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 Category:  Mystery and Crime Fiction
  Posted: October 8, 2020      Views: 42
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Chapter 4 of the book Second Chance
If you slow down for snakes you might as well belly crawl
"Chapter 4: Second Chance" by Brett Matthew West



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Negotiating a clearing in the sea of humanity, Chance spotted his cohorts seated around a table like shoats in hot pursuit of a rattler. A weight far beyond anything he ever felt before descended upon him. He found himself in one of the worst quandaries of his twenty-four year existence and fought a mental tug-of-war. Complications were sure to abound.

Chance squared his shoulders and told himself, "If you slow down for snakes you might as well belly crawl."


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CHAPTER 4:


A memory flashed through the diminutive Chance's mind. He recalled being sulled like a stubborn mule, and roused from his slumber under a table in the Shelby Bottoms Nature Center, only to encounter another stodgy day. A robust northbound 747 flew overhead from the Nashville airport eight miles away. Its contrail dissipated in the cerulean sky making Chance long to escape the doldrums of his mundane life.

Chance remembered an incident from five years earlier emboldened in the headlines of the Tennessean. A loaded passenger jet from Houston, Texas exited the taxiway of the terminal ramp and slammed into a ditch. The fond memory, saved newspaper clipping, and his twisted sense of humor made Chance chuckle. He imagined he heard the captain assure his passengers they flew friendly skies. Whatever they were.

Though life on the streets afforded him the possibilities, Chance seldom got downright drunk. He held tight to a leisured philosophy, and for the most part possessed good common sense. Nor did he allow alcohol to hamper his intellectual abilities. Not being inebriated made Chance more tolerant of the druggies, hoes, and other boisterous knockabouts he shared the dirty sidewalks of Downtown Music City with.

Looks deceived, but the prospects of quick money rang crystal clear as soon as Chance informed his first recruit, Tyler Andrews, of his grandiose scheme.

"You pull amazing stunts with your hands," Chance buttered the middle-sized carpenter up.

The never full cabinet maker and floor installer appeared awkward and helpless. The two deceptions served him well. In reality, Andrews was regarded as one of the most capable men working for the Maximum Builders corporation.

"You excel at anything you can work deliberate on. After all, you were the team leader on the project that restored those rooms in the Crysanthemum Motel," Chance reminded Andrews knowing he had him buffaloed as he did plenty of others. An advantage he often built on.

Andrews flinched and Chance closed in, "If you did sloppy work they would have run you off a long time ago. Those skills will come in handy once we're inside the bank."

His polo shirt sweated through so many times the color was almost black, Andrews placed an empty shot glass on the bar.

Careful not to have his plan overheard by the wrong ears, Chance encouraged the surly bartender, "Another round."

"Don't gulp it all at one time, barracuda. You ain't no fish!" The bartender grumbled.

The crotchety mixologist slammed the drink down on top of the bar, slung the glass all the way down the top of the bar, and went about his business so sudden Chance was taken aback. A simpleton like Andrews could not understand such behavior. His single-tracked mind scarcely grasped what the bartender did. The act made him madder than Chance had ever seen him before.

Give Andrews a grievance and the skinny-necked turd-floater would save the atrocity like fresh-printed money. His main form of folly. Andrews washed the dust out of his throat with the drink Chance provided him. The less talk he had to listen to the better humor he was in. Andrews considered the offer he'd been made. His new word of the day? Affirmed.

For reasons of his own that pleased his accomplishment, Chance nodded his head. He had gained Tyler Andrews' trust. Chance massaged his ear, and sunset quiet murmured, "The dinner bell has lost its clapper."

There was no need for further discussion.

(TO BE CONTINUED:)




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CAST OF CHARACTERS:

Chance Macallister - Homeless street urchin. Mastermind behind a bank robbery. Becomes assassination target of his co-conspirators

Tyler Andrews - co-conspirator in bank robbery

The book continues with Chapter 5: Second Chance. We will provide a link to it when you review this below.

Author Notes
Freedom, by MKFlood, selected to complement my story.

So, thanks MKFlood, for the use of your picture. It goes so nicely with my story.
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