Eight Rooms
[ the confession trade ]
by
steve coel
'...get good at anything and you will create your own enemies.'
[ bukowski ]
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extracts.
Thing you learns, my uncle told me, is that most folk will tell you the things you needs to know.
Trick is to know how to get the right information quickly.
Uncle who taught us said that it's just a simple matter of gentle persuasion.
Rely on your rooms having just the right decorations, to get the right results, he said.
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...this morning only needed a plank of wood with a couple of nails and a clasp knife, and it's funny how fishing line, carefully knotted, works too. Eight rooms minimum is the best number in this line of business. We knows that. Used to be a trade secret.
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Trusted we are. So we gets plenty of work passed on to us.
Want to find out who's been busy lately?
Bottle of whisky, a betting shop pen and padlock usually does the trick. First time round.
Where's the money going?
Cosy sofa, glass coffee table, bit of fake blood on the carpet, garden fork leaning on a chair...trust me.
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See reputation is everything in this room game.
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If you hears someone's gone missing or someone's gone back home, just spread the word, only, hint at a different reason. And make it a bad one. Job done. Easy.
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Things can get difficult, it's a lie if you hear different because sometimes people try it on, but that's how you learn to select the right room...All you needs really to succeed in this game is
a fucking good sense of fen shui and an ability to disguise yourself like.
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Stands to reason pays good.
Although hours can be pretty shit.
But if you continues to get results they say you can retire young, move on, go live in Ibiza, Canaries or some place.
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It's my family business at the moment, just a job really.
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Eight Rooms [ the confession trade ], [ draft ], from Tin Collector [ A Series of Micro
Flash Fiction stories ] by steve coel, 2015.
An 11.59 Publication
