Shootout At The Fantasy Factory
A Drabble Mystery
The only evidence was the cool gangster clothes floating in the ether. This was where the "Fantasy Factory" had stood, a cool disco frequented by money and faux-class, thinking themselves as great as Gatsby, but now they were gone.
The guns were gone, but the shots had left nothing but the stylish attire, floating in the blue, lit by the stars.
What had happened here was strange, and perhaps no one would ever know.
Were there only two of them, or were others involved in this strange devastation?
There had been a shootout at the Fantasy Factory with no survivors.
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Comments (4)
Oooo, this was so creative. I loved it!
What a quick read and now I am wondering could there be more to the story. Good job.
Strange but capturing. Makes one think maybe they where drunk and got kicked out or on drugs lolβ¦οΈβ¦οΈβ¦οΈ
Okay, that first line was pure awesome. Nice hook there, Mike.