Micky

Micky DeWitt is the main character and narrator from Flank Street.

Micky is entirely fictitious, or as far as a character can be. When it comes to creating characters, we all draw on people who’ve crossed our paths, or influenced us in one way or another.

I don’t know who Micky is, or where he came from, but it started like this–
Late one night, I was looking down a wet, tree-lined street, and spotted Micky walking in the shadows. After a while, he stopped, leaned against one of the plane trees, and seemed to be watching the house across the road. For a while, I watched him watching the house. He stood completely still, his hands thrust into the pockets of his black jeans, the grey hoodie covering his head and obscuring his face. It was obvious that he was up to no good–he wasn’t just sheltering from the light rain.

My attention was caught again an hour later when a car pulled into the driveway of the house that Micky was still watching. A man got out, checked his mail box, then went inside. Moments later, Micky crossed the rain-slicked road and vaulted the gate into the back yard. I couldn’t see the back of the house. There was a sound like stones on a window, then the unmistakable cough of a silenced hand gun. I knew immediately who Micky was, and what I then had to do.

 

Micky DeWitt

 

To discover who and what Micky DeWitt is, join me in Flank Street, where nothing is quite what it seems.

 


 

Today’s track is Midnight Blues by Joe Bonamassa recorded live at the Beacon Theatre in New York in 2012. I picked it because this is the sort of music Micky listened to as he spent his nights lost in a haze of whiskey, cigarettes, and melancholy blues.

 

 


 

Thanks for stopping by, and call in again tomorrow when we roll into the second half of this year’s April A to Z Challenge with a look at Noir.

Until then, happy reading!

 


 

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Author: A.J.

I have written as far back as I can recall. Until 2011, that writing was just for me, or as rambling letters to friends and travelogues to the family. I never thought about why, or if others did similarly, and the thought of publishing never entered my head. Since I left England in 1979, I have been collecting experiences, people, and places. From the blood-soaked streets of Kampala, the polluted dust bowls of the Sahara, or the pristine ice floes of the Antarctic, I have gathered and filed them away. Some have recently squeezed through the bars of insecurity and are now at large in the pages of my first three novels. Others await their future fates.

4 thoughts on “Micky

  1. clarabellerant says:

    Every once in awhile you’ll see people lurking in the street at night or someone sitting in a dark car outside a house. Makes you wonder who they are and what the story is. Micky is a great character!

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    1. A.J. says:

      Yes, it’s fascinating what goes on in the shadows and hidden corners. Thanks for stopping by.

      Reply
    1. A.J. says:

      Thanks for calling in, Jean. I love people watching and generally make up stories in my head of the more colourful ones.

      Reply

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