Welcome to the Weekend Writing Warriors challenge. My hope is that over the next six months you’ll see either a nice & tidy 8-10 sentence flash fiction story or an excerpt from a piece I’m working on (like the one below). Check out other writers at the link above and the Weekend Writing Warriors twitter #8sunday. After this snippet you can find earlier links to this story. This piece is entitled “Castille’s Stone.”
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The three pale men in pastel three piece suits; one in green, one in pink, and one in orange lower their guns as the thump of EDM halts with a screech.
Porsche tsks and sucks her teeth then crosses her arms across her ample chest.
“Here we go,” she whispers nudging me.
“What?” I ask.
“These dudes, The Ice Cream Men, again. Frisco needs to get his shit together,” she says as she rolls her eyes.
I try not to laugh. What kind of gang names themselves after ice cream?
Frisco slip-slides across the room with a leather bag and nearly trips up the stairs while handing it to the man in pink.
“Fuck your money, we’re looking for Reven Frost.”
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dc edwards 
It’s hard to take an ice-cream gang seriously, but it’s probably not wise to underestimate the orange sherbet!
Very colorful bunch indeed! Interesting to see how the story unfolds.
Interesting … I’d read more. You have an intriguing mix of characters and the juxtaposition of something silly like ice cream men with weapons is nice.
You set up an interesting set of contradictions. Gang members who choose the name Ice Cream Men display an unusual disregard for acting tough.
I wonder if they’re truly more badass than their name. 😉 Also, I like the name Reven a lot better than Melanie. It’s way more unique (no offence to any Melanie’s reading this post!)
This totally has a Pulp Fiction vibe for me. Love the Ice Cream Men with guns. Sugar-coated and blunt.