"Tell Me About Your Day," by Lynne Lederman, in Murder New York Style - Fresh Slices, edited by Terrie Farley Moran, L&L Dreamspell, 2012.
This nifty piece starts out as noir and goes elsewhere. The narrator is a recovering substance abuser who is trying to be a better person (and if that isn't a formula for a classic noir character, I don't know what is). He is living in a dumpy apartment, going to AA and NA and making a point of visiting his only living relatives, a niece and her daughter. The result is that when the niece is murdered the cops and social workers bring the traumatized little girl to him. They are hoping that a familiar face might encourage her to report something about the unknown killer.
And that leaves our hero trying to figure out how to fit a kid into his tiny, miserable life.
Damn. Can't smoke with the kid here. He reomved the cigatette and contemplated it. Can't go outside, can't leave her. Realy too cold to hang out the window, let aone sit on the fire escape. She'd know, anyway. He shredded it into the ashtray. Have to get rid of that, and the matches. Weren't little kids always playing them, starting fires?
The whole story is in the man's head, trying to sort through his growing responsibilities and limited possibilities. Then there is an unexpected turn, a clever bit of deduction that suggests there might be a ray of hope ahead.
Nice piece of work.
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