My entry for www.dailylit.com's 50 word noir contest.
A Splash on the Widewalk
Wet pavement. Ceiling fans. Shot glasses. Dangerous broads walking into your office at the end of the week.
It's nothing but tedium, shadows, unpleasant smells.
Grease, sweat, coffee, desperation.
Sometimes, like tonight, it ends with the sharp tang of blood.
Horrific. I vomit out the window. And wait.