Caren Krutsinger Poet Haibun

The Private Eye and the Femme Fatale

Pulp fiction had nothing on him. He was a man’s man. A protagonist
of his own making, self-reliant, and self-assured.  Marlow kept his wisecracks
to the bare minimum when meeting a new client.  Dames were not as compliant as they used to be, and they carried their own derringers now. 
More dangerous than ten years ago.  He leaned back in his chair, enjoying a swallow of nicotine from his favorite cigarette.  He had heard this woman was stacked. Mrs. What? He reached for his paper. Mrs. Stanton. She sounded stacked, a real femme fatale. A harsh knock came on his outside door.
not a woman’s knock, and yet, there she was.

			“she’s a murderess
                         This mattered not to him now
                         Private eye smitten”




Written 4-29-2019
Contest: Pick a title, volume 4 – Haibun
Prompt #2: The private eye and the femme fatale
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh

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Edward Ibeh May 24, 2019 at 5:19 PM Striking film noir imagery! This is so well-done, Caren:-) Congratulations on your win in my contest! Caren Krutsinger May 24, 2019 at 8:01 PM Thank you Edward. I truly am honored.

P.S. Awtry April 30, 2019 at 10:42 AM I see it all in black and white and hear the narrator's voice... poem noir :) Caren Krutsinger April 30, 2019 at 3:56 PM I am so glad you remember these old radio shows!