Noirette 4-line series (JBF), #2 of 8

April & it was wet. The rain came down like April showers. Water ran in the gutters like gin at Jimmy's bar when Hammer was drowning his sorrows or making them. He pulled on the collar of the trench coat, kept his pace slow and steady.  In his pocket, Hammer slipped his fingers in and out of the brass knuckles. Like four rings for four skirts he had chased. But this was different. Right? The night did not get any lighter.                ~ series by Jere Fletcher, (c) 2010