GARY HEWITT - HOUSE VISIT

​Gary Hewitt is a raconteur who lives in a quaint little village in Kent. He has had over 90 short stories and poems published and has performed to several live audiences.
He enjoys writing prose and poetry. His style of writing tends to feature edgy characters . Some of his influences are James Herbert, Stephen King, Bulgakov, Tolkein to name but a few
 He is also a proud member of the Hazlitt Arts Centre Writers group in Maidstone which features an eclectic group of very talented writers.
He has a website featuring his published works here:
http://kingsraconteurswork.blogspot.co.uk/2014/01/there-you-have-probably-arrived-here.html
He will also be bringing out his novel Shadowfruit in 2016. More details can be found here :
 
https://www.facebook.com/Shadowfruit-138850643132714/?fref=ts
 

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                         House visit



            Danny rips out a Glock 17. He aims the gun to the street below.
            “Put that thing away.”
            Danny hurls himself into an armchair.
            “Are you serious? We just scammed a hundred grand off, Marco.”
            Tony tosses his partner a bag of powder.
            “He doesn’t suspect us.”
            Danny vanishes into the bathroom. 
            “Feeling better?”
            “Yeah, sorry for being a jerk.”
            Their false calm is shattered by the chime of a doorbell. Danny seizes his gun.
            “Tony?”
            Tony dabs his forehead.
            “I’ll check it out. For God’s sake,  put the piece away.”
            Tony pads to the door. He peers through the spyhole. A wizened old man in a dusty trilby smiles back.
            “What do you want? We’re kind of busy.”
            “Most folks are Mister. I’m from Trinity Church. We’re raising money for those without a home. Would you care to donate?”
            Danny urges Tony to walk away. Tony opens the door and offers the guest ten bucks.
            “Why that’s really generous, Mister. You’re a good soul. Now let me give you a present from the Lord.”
            The man reaches into his jacket and in one swift movement draws out a pair of twin silver pistols. Four silenced shots take flight. Danny and Tony’s faces stare back with two perfect circles etched into their foreheads.
            “Boys, Marco says Mr. Eyebrows, make sure they don’t see you coming. I say boss, they’ll be expecting some slick smart hit-man not a man like me. Guess I was right again.”
            Mr. Eyebrows places four silver coins on the two pairs of eyes. He says a prayer for them both before he leaves. Tonight, he will make a donation to the church.