[Sodium_noir] Whispers of the Past

[Bill]

> John, Abby
> Beneath Mike's Place

> They were in the loading dock of the store. Off to
> the side was the collection of materials that had
> been
> neatly stacked there earlier.
>    
>   All the banter she used in her Work, all the
> fronting, failed her here. She knew that
>   Here there need be no pretense.
>   She takes a deep breath,scenting the air and looks
> him full in the eye.
>   “So John Black, here we are alone with no pryin’
> eyes and ears. And naught between 
>   us but Questions and our respective Answers.”
>    
John chuckled as he dug into his pockets for a set of
keys, walking over to a locked side door.  "I remember
the last person to ask me about secrets, Frank Nitti,
Al Capone's right hand man.  I was old friends with
his mistress at the time and he became jealous.  He
incased my feet in concrete and dumped me into Lake
Michigan."

John just sighed and shook his head.  "I made the
girls dredge the lake for my body.  The 1920's were a
fun time, and drowning's not the worse way to go, but
the water pressure as I sank was not pleasant."

He unlocked a door and lead Abby down a flight of dark
steps.  At the bottom were two door.  He turned to the
right one and unlocked it, flipping on lights as he
walked in.  "Welcome."

The room ran almost the entire length of the building.
 The decor was unassuming: hardwood floors, plaster
walls with a dull paint, a simple ceiling with soft
haolgen lights set in.  It was the wonders the room
contained that would inspire awe.

A painting of the great city of Rome, in all of it's
glory.  It was like looking out a window and watching
the city alive, it's people going about their daily
business.  In the bottom left corner was the artists
signature: MICHAELANGELO.

A second painting showed the city of Jerusalem. 
Again, it was like looking out a window on a living
city, and all one had to do was lean in closer to hear
the merchants argue at market while Rabbi's preached
to the faithful.  The signature at the bottom read
RAPHAEL.

And this was just the beginning.  A clock constructed
at the height of the Baghdad's glory, chiming 5 times
a day to call the faithful to prayers.

A tapestry with an image of the Forbidden City hanging
on a wall, an unfinished game of Go sitting on a table
beneath it.

In numerous glass cases rested a wanted poster and 2
Colt peace-keepers, a World War I doughboy uniform,
the arming and clothing of a Roman Legionaire, and so
on.

And this was just the beginning.

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"I swear, as God as my witness, I thought turkeys could fly."
-- Les Nessman

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