The Grim Room

CHAPTER 9 (PAID)

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“What are you doing, shooting Roger Rabbit?” Julian said.

             Chris startled, coming out of his trance. He’d been thinking about The Grim Room, about Kid. His old Glock-17 was in his right hand. He’d been reminiscing about his cell.  

“I’m gonna pawn it, remember? Can I borrow the Chevelle?”

            Julian stared at his brother, the Glock swiveling in a circular motion around Chris’s pointer finger, around and around and around. It stopped, pointed right at Julian. “Pow!” Chris said, drawing back after he “shot” Julian, as if he were John Wayne in an old Western.

Julian tossed the keys to Chris. “Get your money’s worth for that thing.”

Shoving the Glock into the back of his Levi’s, Chris stepped out to the staircase, his brother’s voice rushing through his swirling thoughts.

“A…