Second in a Series of 2 Min Threadless Stories


I occasionally like writing stories based on Threadless designs. My theory on the evolution of the unicorn can be seen here. Otherwise, here's another:

Frank was seedy, not to be trifled with.

He’d been through it, seen it all – and had lost an eye to prove it.
Sure, there was a time when he had been on the straight and narrow. Had kept his feet out of the fire in everyway possible.

Fritz told me that he’d been married. Had owned a little deli that he’d taken over from his immigrant father. He’d had a house, picket fence, gardenias. He wore respectable shoes on Sundays.

Some say that it was his time in the service that had changed him: the story goes that his company had come under fire. He was close to no man's land, but not close enough - and the Krauts were all over him. He was detained in a camp till the end of the war - getting grilled, and any number of unspeakable things.

That reason or anything else, it didn't matter much. The point is, a good dog had gone really unkosher. And the city lived in fear.


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