This is the final part of a fiction serial, in 971 words. It may contain some swear words.
Little Frankie.
When your uncle was one of the most feared villains in London, you could pretty much say and do what you liked, as long as you stayed within his area of influence. Little Frankie wasn’t silly though, he didn’t push his luck. He could get some sweets and a can of drink in most of the local shops, and just walk out without paying.The owners all knew who he was, and never said a word. The tough kids and bullies at school gave him a wide berth, and once he stopped going to school and was being seen on the streets, the minor criminals in the borough gave him no grief at all.
Riding around on his bmx, the hood up on his hoodie in all weathers, it was well-known he was one of the eyes and ears of the famous Frankie Toland, and he could go wherever he wanted, no questions asked. But now his uncle was dead, that had all stopped overnight.
Now, Little Frankie’s life was shit, as far as he was concerned.
The rest of the Toland mob had either gone to ground, or defected to some other gang. There was no protection, no more free stuff, and he was fair game for any petty thug who had a grudge against him. At fifteen, he was far too young to do much about that, and it wasn’t as if he could decide to work for anyone else. He had made too many enemies in his fifteen short years, and now he was on his own.
His mum didn’t have a job now that someone else had taken over the amusements. They didn’t want a Toland managing the arcade. Aunt Mary was already talking about going to live with her sister in Ireland, once the cops allowed her to leave the country.
Alan was on the phone to his sister, giving her the flight number to pass on to Chrissy, who was going to pick him up at the airport in Barcelona. Gloria was upbeat. “Oh, we love it here, Al. Angie says she wished we could come and live here. She’s talking about selling her lodge next year, and buying an apartment here”. He was smiling as he listened. “Glor, didn’t I tell you? I knew you would love it. Tell Ang not to rush into anything. I’m sure I can sort you out a house once I get back. You can give up the flat here, and Ang could rent out her lodge and get an income”.
Gloria rushed off the phone, keen to tell her friend the good news.
It was colder than Little Frankie liked, too cold for the hoodie. He was wearing his waist-length black puffa jacket instead, but it felt tight since he had grown a bit. He biked over to the Londis shop, then twice around the flats where that bloke was living. No sign of him anywhere, and he didn’t want to chance knocking on the door of the flat where he was staying. He would bide his time, sure the bloke would show up sooner or later.
He carried on pedalling around the same circuit, with nothing else better to do.
After chatting to Gloria, Alan went into the bedroom and got the supermarket carrier bag out of the wardrobe, still wearing his warm gloves. He put his overcoat on in the hallway, and turned up the collar. It was grey and dull outside, and he could feel the cold wind as he double locked Gloria’s front door. It was only a short walk to Highbury Fields, but he intended to go right to the far end, by the leisure centre.
Little Frankie was blowing onto his hands to warm them up when he saw the man with cropped grey hair appear on the corner to his right. He was wearing his expensive overcoat, and carrying a Waitrose shopping bag in his left hand. Forgetting his cold fingers, he grabbed the handlebars and set off after the bloke, keeping a good distance.
Toland’s didn’t grass. His uncle had drilled that into him from the time he could walk. Easy enough to make an anonymous call to the cops, then hide somewhere and watch as the squad cars turned up to nick the man who killed his uncle. But a Toland doesn’t do that. They settle things themselves. He watched as the man walked around near the leisure centre, and saw when he turned to walk back that he no longer had the bag. Then he followed him back to the flats, staying well behind him.
Stopping outside the entrance, Alan opened his overcoat to get the keys from his trouser pocket. All he had to do was collect his case and holdall, then he would be back on the street looking for a taxi.
The impact knocked him down, as he felt a blow to his right side. Looking to his left, he saw the kid righting the overturned bike, jumping back on it, and pedalling away as fast as he could. As he got to his knees before standing, he saw the handle of the knife protruding from his belly above the pocket of his suit jacket, and felt the blood running down over his body inside his clothes. Unsteady on his feet, he pulled open the outer door to the flats and walked inside. But he got no further than Gloria’s front door before collapsing again, the blood pumping from the wound was pooling on the concrete floor around him.
His legs felt cold, and it seemed to be getting darker. Pulling his cigarette packet out of his overcoat pocket, he pushed one between his lips. Then he reached for the lighter.
One last cigarette. The thought made him smile.
The End.
A literal “gut punch” Pete! You set this up superbly…we always knew the kid on the bike was still on the peripheral of the story, and a nice way to bring him back with a shock ending!
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I am glad the ending worked for you, John, and that you enjoyed this serial so much.
I really appreciate all your kind comments along the way.
Best wishes, Pete.
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It got me to re-watch “The Long Good Friday” – also a sucker punch of an ending in the best way…
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Yes indeed. A British crime classic. 🙂
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And they all lived happily ever after….oh right, maybe not 🙂 Great story Pete, I have enjoyed todays catch-up.
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Cheers, Eduardo. Thanks for reading it all. I’m glad you enjoyed the ending.
Best wishes, Pete.
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What an ending. Great! Revenge at its finest! Lol Thank you for this great story, Pete! Excuse my late re-visit. Have a beautiful weekend! xx Michael
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No problem, Michael. I’m very glad that you enjoyed the ending, and thanks as always for the reblogs of my posts.
Best wishes, Pete.
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You are welcome, Pete! Always a great pleasure, giving others information about great stories. Best wishes, Michael
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Perfect. I appreciated that a while back you mentioned that “kid on a bike,” so it was never too far from my mind. Still I thought he would turn him in. I love the way that it ended instead, however much I had come to care for Alan.
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Thanks, Elizabeth. I ‘dangled’ the kid, without mentioning he was related to Frankie.
Glad you enjoyed the ending.
Best wishes, Pete.
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(1) The ship’s captain gave Little Frankie a wide berth. While lying in bed, Little Frankie could hardly contain himself. In the morning, as the ship made for Bilbao, he would go on a treasure hunt…
(2) Overheard:
Gloria: “Oh, we love it here. Angie says she wishes we could come and live here.”
Alan: “I wish I could, too. But I think Big Pete and Little Frankie have other plans for me.”
(3) Bad citation: “Tell Ang not to rush into anything. And tell her that includes knives.”
(4) Always wear a puffa jacket when enjoying your last smoke.
(5) Did you hear about Little Frankie, the cold-blooded Pinkerton agent with the handlebar mustache who tracked down and killed the leader of a gang of train robbers?
(6a) Now that the bank job was over, Alan’s thoughts turned to the dry cleaning job that would be necessary to remove the blood stains from his suit.
(6b) It’s a bloody shame that Alan couldn’t make a clean getaway.
(7) “His legs felt cold, and it seemed to be getting darker.” It’s winter! Low temperatures and short days are to be expected!
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1) NIce slant on ‘berth’.
4) Great connection between puffa and smoke.
7) That’s true, no denying it.
Best wishes, Pete. 🙂
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I was cheering for Alan! But of course the kid still had to show up in the story. What will happen to the money that’s on the ship? I think you need to post an epilogue, Pete. This serial was outstanding!!
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Thanks, Jennie. Nobody knew about the money in the ship container except Alan and Rupert. It will likely never be claimed by anyone. 🙂
Best wishes, Pete.
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Oh, no! So, when Rupert finds out that Alan is dead, will he try to get the money? And then there’s Chalky. And Gloria. So many questions. That’s what happens when you write a great (understatement) story. I’m not the only one wondering, based on your follower’s comments. Epilogue??? Best to you, Pete.
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No epilogue, as I like to leave each reader to think about what might have happened next. 🙂
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I knew you would say that. As it should be! Best to you, Pete.
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Oh no! I was so hoping Alan would end up in Spain living to a ripe old age with his sister in a neighboring villa! What a great ending with the cigarette! Wonderful series Pete, C
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Thanks, Cheryl. I couldn’t let such a cold-blooded criminal have a happy ending now, could I?
Glad you enjoyed it.
Best wishes, Pete.
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Fantastic ending Pete! Poor Alan. Those who live by the sword, die by the sword.
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I think most people expected him to get to Spain and find he had lost the money. Or to live out a happy life in the sun. But he was always going to die. This last scene was the first paragraph in my notes. 🙂
Best wishes, Pete.
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Enjoyed the read Pete. Justice was swiftly served at the end.
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Thanks for sticking with it, Angela.
Best wishes, Pete.
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Justice comes swiftly-sometimes. Great work as always. It doesn’t matter what road you go down -we all go eagerly with you! your fan and friend-Michele
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Thanks for your kind words, dear Michele.
Best wishes, Pete. x
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Great writing, Pete. Great writing.
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Thanks very much, Don. Very kind, and greatly appreciated.
Best wishes, Pete.
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Nicely tied up. Warmest regards. Theo
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Thanks very much, Theo.
Best wishes, Pete.
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So now you have to tell us how Chalky figures it all out…
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Chalky may well retire without ever solving the case, Yeti. 🙂
Best wishes, Pete.
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Great story, Pete!! I truly enjoyed every word. Looking forward to your next serial!
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Thanks very much, Kate. There will be a new serial starting later next week.
Best wishes, Pete.
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Good story Pete, all that planning for such a sharp and smoky end . .
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Thanks, Ro. Glad you enjoyed this one. Hope all’s well with you and Christine, and lots of love to you both. xx
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Great story, Pete!
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Glad you enjoyed it. Thanks, Stevie.
Best wishes, Pete.
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Once a Toland, always a Toland….
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If only Alan had known who he was, things might have turned out very differently.
Best wishes, Pete.
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Aw!!! Well I’ve rewritten the end in my head! 🤣
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He’s sipping sangria on a sunbed by the pool with Chrissie, Gloria, and Angie. I know. 🙂
Best wishes, Pete.
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And Lucy 🤣🤣
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I had forgotten about your imaginary character. 🙂
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😄😄😄😎
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Well done. A great twist at the end. Crime doesn´t pay! Can´t help but wonder what happened to the money. Perhaps the sister and friend lived happily ever after.
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Only Alan and Rupert knew about his money in the container, so Gloria would have never inherited that, Darlene. Glad you enjoyed the story.
Best wishes, Pete.
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Another good one. Well done, Pete.
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Thanks, Jon. Glad you liked it.
Best wishes, Pete.
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He obviously never learnt to beware a kid on a bike…A kid with a gun now but that won’t matter to Alan …Well written throughout, Pete with a nice twist at the end 🙂 x
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Thanks for reading it all, and leaving your comments, Carol. Glad you enjoyed it.
Best wishes, Pete. x
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Nice street justice knife and run touch to end a great story, Pete, I wonder if old Chalky White puts it all together now 😃
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I’m guessing Little Frankie will be biking back to the bin in Highbury Fields to see what was in that carrier bag. Then he will have a gun…
Chalky will be surprised when it all comes out, as Alan was completely unknown to the cops.
Thanks, Chris.
Best wishes, Pete.
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oh man !!! that kid was just like his uncle and i liked the whole job and little gets his uncle revenge from alan and he is dead probably and this story was awesome pete i like alan the most and the kid was fast in that .
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I’m very pleased that you liked it so much. Thanks for all your comments during the serial. 🙂
Best wishes, Pete.
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you are sure welcome
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you are a good story writer
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Splendid writing, Sir. Not only that, but also a coincidence of names. Presently I’ve just started writing a tome where one of the gals is known as ‘Frankie’. Does such a coincidence mean we are both on ‘a roll’? Regards, The Old Fool
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Thanks very much, Mike. I once knew an Irish nurse called Francesca. She liked to be known as ‘Frankie’. I told her it was a common name for gangsters in my youth, but I think that made her like it even more. 🙂
Best wishes, Pete.
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