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Steel City Noir: Beauty Hides Her Way

by Vito Delsante

(Based on Actual Events) “I have to know. Why Pittsburgh?” “What do you mean?” she asked. “Like, why did I choose Pittsburgh?” “Yeah. Why here?” I stopped, raising my head off of the pillow slightly to look out of the open window. There, on the horizon, thousands and thousands of lights that symbolized better futures […]

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Steel City Noir: Stockholm Syndrome

by Vito Delsante

David recognized him right away. Tall, broad shoulders on a back that seemed to be built like a billboard. Wisps of blonde hair peeked out from under the ski cap, but his blue, steely eyes absolutely penetrated the wool covering. Manicured fingernails on a hand that held a pistol straight and narrow. Muscles that bulged […]

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STEEL CITY NOIR: Lucky Eddie

by Vito Delsante

  For as long as I can remember, I’ve always been, “Lucky Eddie.” If not for the fact that my birth certificate and social security card both say, “Edward F. Munson,” I’d believe my first name was Lucky. Not sure how it all started or who started it. As is the case with most family […]

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A Brooklyn Detour By Way of Pittsburgh: A Steel City Noir Primer

by Vito Delsante

The byline reads, “A Brooklyn-Filtered Literary Arts Salon.” And yet, here I sit, writing yet another dark story about Pittsburgh. The obvious question is, “Why?” Why don’t I set my stories in New York City, or one of the other four boroughs? Why do I keep taking you on a visit to Western Pennsylvania? I […]

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Steel City Noir: Made To Order

by Vito Delsante

  We were outnumbered forty to one. Bobby had already took one in the shoulder. I wasn’t feeling too great, either. Holed up in a motel in some shitty burgh called Kittanning, I picked that moment to tell him. “Bobby, I’m pregnant.” *** Bank robberies, he said, are for the stupid. Bobby and me, we […]

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STEEL CITY NOIR: Tonight, Down by the River

by Vito Delsante

  She wasn’t afraid. It wasn’t their first date and while she was as nervous as she always was when they met, she wasn’t scared. She just didn’t want to get caught. She arrived at their favorite meeting place early, a small bar called Hemingway’s on Forbes Avenue, and she slid into their favorite booth. […]

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