Les Moelleux

Madelaine Meilleur: The broad that shot me, that killed me—then brought me back to life. I was turning it over in my mind as I walked, plugging in the numbers, but it just didn’t compute.

She had a place in the French Quarter, a cute little burlesque where the girls were razor thin and just as sharp. I don’t know where she found them—they were like creatures from another world—but every time I’d gone in, they’d worked me over like they were fixing to eat me for dinner. Madelaine had been convinced someone was about to rob the place. She wouldn’t say who or when or why, but she insisted I was the only one who could stop them.

Fool that I am, I agreed (though that might’ve had something to do with the cut of her dress… and the way she sat on my desk as if she didn’t know just how short it was).

Well, if I’d been under her spell that day, I was under a different spell now—a dead man staggering through the rain. It seemed only right I should stroll down to Les Moelleux to pay Miss Meilleur a visit.

This is my response to Andy Black’s Two for Tuesday prompt: Razor Thin. Head on over and try your hand at it!

The Series:
Dead Man Walking // X Marks the Spot // Postmortem // Basic Physiology // Les Moelleux // Her Body Begs for Death // The Talisman // Madelaine