How could I have known that murder could sometimes smell like honeysuckle?
“But, it’s a post on film noir!” I told her. She jerked away from me like a startled fawn might, if I had a startled fawn and it jerked away from me. I knew that caving into my desires meant I might lose her. But I didn’t care. I went out to the kitchen to make coffee — yards of coffee. Rich, strong, bitter, boiling hot, ruthless, depraved. I knew she’d be back.
They Made Me A Criminal (1939) I am a fugitive… I am hunted by ruthless men! I am shunned by decent women! I am…
Posted on Friday January 11th
