When I saw this picture, it made me think of loss of identity for some reason.
The story title isn’t the best, but it’ll do. Maybe Nick Rapelli should have kept his mouth shut. I guess the Witness Protection Plan isn’t all it’s cracked up to be.
Godmother Rochelle Wisoff-Fields puts out the hits on Friday Fictioneers, but still leaves me the cannoli (she’s allergic to sugar).
Dawn Landau gave us this great picture! Thanks, Dawn.
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“Pete Thompson.”
“Right. Get used to it.”
Nervously, Nick Rapelli trembled, repeating his new name. “Pete Thompson.”
“The car’s right outside, Mister Thompson.” The agent led Rapelli out the door.
Rapelli slid into the back of the sedan. “I can’t thank you boys enough. Where are we going, driver?”
The driver started the engine. “Rainbow City.”
A wave of fear hit Rapelli. “Rainbow City? They found Oscar Mazzarelli encased in cement there.”
“You win the prize, Rapelli. Too bad. You shouldn’t have fingered Tony Gardello and sent him to Leavenworth.”
The car returned from Rainbow City minus one nervous passenger.
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Whoops! I think it was “Double Jeopardy”; category, “Who let the dogs out?” I have to admit I’d love to know how your mind got from the photo to your story, but maybe you shouldn’t tell me or you’d have to kill me.
janet
Hahahahah! Janet, I gotta admit — Rochelle couldn’t have commented any better!! Thanks.
Ouch! Those agents need to be a bit more careful, methinks. One thing’s for sure – we probably won’t get anyone else going down this particular road from the picture. I love the inkblot test this challenge provides each week!
Jen, that’s probably the BEST description I have heard of this — “inkblot.” 😀
Thanks for reading!
great bit of story telling again 🙂
Thanks, Helen! I hope good story-writing continues as a trend. 😀
From Nick Rapelli to Pete Thompson – funny! Be careful who you turn your back on! Kudos for this week’s submission to FF.
Thank-you, Alicia! Yeah, who’d have known the difference between Pete Thompson and Nick Rapelli? 😀
ok, i got it. the old woman in the picture was actually rapelli in disguise. as to how he was able to get away, that’s another story.
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! 😀 Excellent!
Thanks, Plaridel!
He was asking for it! 🙂
Perhaps in Rainbow City, he was introduced to a crotchety old women with a club in her hand? 😛
Yeah, that’s one thing worse than the mob … old ladies with clubs.
so Pete doesn’t get to repeat.
great tone to the story, dialogue and humor.
two cement encasements up.
I guess the ladyin the pic is Mother Rapelli looking somewhere over the rainbow city for her son.
Randy
He’s right below you, Mama, just three squares to the left.
I’m always intrigued to see where your story will go, Kent. Knowing the details of this photo, this story is particularly creative! Poor Mr. Thompson.
Thanks, Dawn! I really liked this picture. Amazing what one look at something can inspire. Now that time has passed, I keep thinking I should have written something a little closer to the image. It’s OK, though, I have a story anyway. 😀
That’s the magic of FF– we each bring our own inspiration to the writing. 😉
Oh yeah!
I expect his stay in Rainbow City was all that he deserved. How you got there from he prompt I can’t see, but I still enjoyed it, Kent.
I’m the same way, Sandra, yet it made sense to me for some strange reason.
Thanks for your swell comments, Sandra! Always a pleasure. 😉
Good story – that old lady is obviously the graveyard attendant, though each grave must contain a multitude of corpses.
You know, Liz, that might be why I wrote the line “encased in cement” although it didn’t come to me that way. Hmmm.
Thanks for reading!
Dear Kent,
This was an excellent story. Loved the reference to Clemenza’s crew in The Godfather in your intro. Great stuff. We all have to die sometime, some earlier than they might want. Love it.
Aloha,
Doug
We had one of the New Jersey Housewives on the show and she made cannoli. It was GOOD! That’s where I heard the line from The Godfather.
Dear Kent,
However you got to this story from that prompt is as immaterial as your witness protection program. And you know how I am about the prompt, right? Of course right! I lift my coffee cup in memory of Rapelli, the man in cement overshoes…he now sleeps with the fishes. Nicely done.
Shalom,
Rochelle
Died with his boots on. And his socks off.
Dear Kent,
P.S> Your title should have been, ….Get the Canoli.
Aloha,
D.
hee-hee-hee! Would have been good.
Don’t mess with the mob – seems Nick Rapelli is learning the hard way. Great story
Thanks, Siobhan! That’s hitting the learning curve and sailing down to the bottom.
Great story, well told. Poor Nick doesn’t need to learn his new name.
Thanks for stopping by to read!
Must admit, I saw where you were headed quite early on. Still, that does not distract from the fact that your story brought a smile to my face. Thank you.
Of course you knew it was inevitable. We all knew. You don’t let a stoolie live. And thanks, Weltchy! Glad you liked it.
Somewhere under Rainbow City
covered in flies,
poor Nick Rapelli choked on spaghetti
Oh, what a way to die.
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! Work on the beats, you got a hit tune!
Thanks, Russell! 😀
Never mess with the mob..minus one is never good.
Indeed it is not. He went over the rainbow —- and under the water.
Before I forget: Latest on IKEA in Kansas — still crowded, traffic bad around that area. Must … have … MEATBALLS!
Wow, I felt like I was watching Goodfellas. And You win the prize, Rapelli!
Thanks, Perry. I read the script for Goodfellas. Pretty darn good. Messy and ugly, but well-done.
Kent, I think the Feds should check for informers in their organization. They may have trouble in future getting anyone to testify when word gets around. No happy ending there. Good and well written story.. 🙂 —Susan
Thanks, Susan!
I’ve been intrigued with the idea of informers. It seems to have potential. Who knows, huh? 😉
Don’t believe the authorities if they say they can protect you. It’s best to not snitch – but if you do, take care of the arrangements yourself to get out of town and don’t take your damn phone with you. Good one Kent! Nan 🙂
Hahaha! Thanks, Nan. I’ll remember that next time I order a pizza. 😀
Wow, what a story and creative take. It’s all in what you see. I can see loss of identity in this picture, or searching for something. An unexpected ending for you splendid storytelling. Well done!
Thanks, Amy. AT LAST! Someone understands!!!! 😀
Actually, it was fun to write stuff like that. I like gangster stories on occasion.