suspend disbelief - have an adventure
Evolution: Stories from the Dawn of Creativity
It was a
miserable, wet night in Industrial City. The city had suffered harshly in the
winter. Piles of slush and grime buried the sidewalks and street corners. Being
a manufacturing economy, Industrial City relied heavily upon its steel mills
and factories. Mass production resulted in a blanket of smog that coated the
city, which created a localized greenhouse effect.
It rarely snowed
in Industrial City. Snow was the result of low temperature, which rarely
happened. The city also required a strong prevailing wind to remove the smog
from above. With the pollution in the air, the temperature hardly ever dropped
low enough to allow snow but, on the rare occasion when there was a wind and a
chill, real snow could occur. Most of the time it slushed in the city. Snow
would drift gently down, hit the dense atmosphere of the city, and begin
melting. Before the snow could fully melt it would hit the ground as slush.
So, it was
slushing as Vincent left the movie theatre. Vincent was dressed like most other
winter inhabitants. He wore a pair of heavy boots and a thick coat that had
been liberally sprayed with silicone.
write another play," Vincent muttered under his breath. "Bloody fools
don't know how to write. When I cranked out Hamlet and King Lear people bitched
but still went to see them. They have replaced story-telling with special
can you spare a buck?" came a voice from a passing alley. Maybe Vincent
thought he recognized the man or perhaps the voice stirred a long-lost memory.
Regardless, Vincent paused at the mouth of the alley.
me?" Vincent asked. A large hand sprang out of the darkness and latched
onto Vincent's shoulder. The assailant yanked Vincent into the alley and pinned
him against one of the walls.
give us your fucking money!" a hoodlum yelled. Vincent surveyed the
situation. Five street punks stood in a semi-circle around Vincent, who was
pushed against the wall. Each of the attackers wore a dark leather jacket
decorated with metal studs and chains. Two held knives, and two held clubs,
while the leader stood shouting at Vincent.
said with a smile. “Are you deaf as well as stupid?"
the money, or I'll blow your fucking head off," the leader said as he pulled
a small revolver out of his jacket.
"Is that a
real gun?" Vincent asked, the smile never leaving his face.
it's a real gun," the punk yelled.
getting creepy," one of the other gang members said.
his wallet, and let's get out of here," a third member added.
Vincent said as he reached into his jacket. "I just didn't think it was much
of a gun." Vincent removed his hand but, instead of a wallet, he held a
Browning nine-millimeter, high-power pistol. A round went into the belly of the
gang leader. The man was thrown across the alley and landed against the wall.
is a gun," Vincent said as he turned and fired on the two thugs closest to
the mouth of the alley. A lead pipe came down on Vincent's wrist and knocked
the pistol from his hand. At the same time a jagged knife was thrust into