The Hellcat

There was a rap at the door. 

The doorman turned towards the door and was about to slide the peep-hole open to see who it was, his gun drawn in case it was danger. He didn't realize what hit him and sent him down on the floor.

Maggie kicked the door open and charged in, her katana swung and she caught the other doorman off guard. Sending his head one way while his body fell another. 

She was a hellcat unleashed and she was showing no mercy. Her hair alive and looked as if it was on fire, her eyes seemed radiant with the intensity of hate.

"You wanted me," she shouted. "You got me!"

Jester's Wild

Maggie flipped the card over and looked at it and smiled; she dropped it onto the table with a flourish. 

"Read 'em and weep, fellows," she declared after the card landed on the top of the other cards on the table. 

"Well now," Frank replied. He leaned back in his chair, shaking his head in disbelief. "You must be one of the luckiest people on this planet."

"It has to be magic," Goner stated. He picked up the discarded card and stared at it, flipping the card and rubbing it. "You know she's more than she seems to be."

"Sore loser are we, Gondi?" Maggie asked as she began to rake in her chips.

A Cafe Mission

Max sat at a table just outside the cafe, sipping a coffee and watching the smoke drift from his cigarette and across the table. David Bowie was singing about changes from a car passing by. Max smiled. His cellphone sat on the table beside a package of smokes.

"You waiting for someone?" someone asked which took Max from the daydream he was about to enter and back into the fold.

"No," Max replied; he looked up into the eyes of an elderly nun. "Not really."

"Do you mind if I join you?" she asked. "This cafe is ever so busy and I saw you sitting alone. Hope you don't mind me imposing."

Being the gentleman he stood up and pulled out the chair for the nun. She sat down and gave him a nod.

"No imposing at all," Max replied. He sat down and took a long puff from his cigarette. "Hope you don't mind. It's a ritualistic habit of mine."

"No problem," the elderly sister replied with a disapproving smile. 

Max gave her a I-know-something-you-don't-know wink.