Micky DeWitt is the main character and narrator from Flank Street.
Micky is entirely fictitious, or as far as a character can be. When it comes to creating characters, we all draw on people who’ve crossed our paths, or influenced us in one way or another.
I don’t know who Micky is, or where he came from, but it started like this—
Late one night, I was looking down a wet, tree-lined street, and spotted Micky walking in the shadows. After a while, he stopped, leaned against one of the plane trees, and seemed to be watching the house across the road. For a while, I watched him watching the house. He stood completely still, his hands thrust into the pockets of his black jeans, the grey hoodie covering his head and obscuring his face. It was obvious that he was up to no good—he wasn’t just sheltering from the light rain.
My attention was caught again an hour later when a car pulled into the driveway of the house that Micky was still watching. A man got out, checked his mail box, then went inside. Moments later, Micky crossed the rain-slicked road and vaulted the gate into the back yard. I couldn’t see the back of the house. There was a sound like stones on a window, then the unmistakable cough of a silenced hand gun. I knew immediately who Micky was, and what I then had to do.
To discover who and what Micky DeWitt is, join me in Flank Street, where nothing is quite what it seems.
Today’s track is Midnight Blues by Joe Bonamassa recorded live at the Beacon Theatre in New York in 2012. I picked it because this is the sort of music Micky listened to as he spent his nights lost in a haze of whiskey, cigarettes, and melancholy blues.
Thanks for stopping by, and call in again tomorrow when we roll into the second half of this year’s April A to Z Challenge with a look at Noir.
Until then, happy reading!