Okay, let's stretch our observational skills.
Tell me this guy's story. We'll see who close you can come to the truth. But the point of this exercise is to really use your imagination and your ability to flesh out details.
Man this one looks like fun. I am going to hit it hard tomorrow, but I just got back from being on the scene of a domestic violence situation. A lot of blood. Scared kids. I am still shaking and drinking vodka.
Okay, let's stretch our observational skills.
Tell me this guy's story. We'll see who close you can come to the truth. But the point of this exercise is to really use your imagination and your ability to flesh out details.
Tommy Malone with his brand new car went to pick up his girlfriend on a Sunday afternoon. His new work for the Broccoli family is well paid and he thinks he can impress his girl with his new suit and car. He is a little bit upset because he's not absolutely sure about if the police saw him yesterday's evening breaking the legs of the owner of the corner's music shop. Anyway, the old man didn't scream and his face was covered so there's nothing to worry about...
His little brother has met Mr. Broccoli last Friday. He is trying to maintain his brother out of the business, but it's being difficult because he and his mother can see Tommy now has money... His mother is upset, she wants him out of the streets but he feels part of something, something thriling and bigger than him and something that can gives him lot of money if he is smart enough and know how to stay out of danger and keep his mouth closed.
He was right, his girlfriend is impressed with the suit and the car. He knows that her family doesn't like him, but he only loves her, not her family. Her father is a doctor from the hospital and she lives in one of the best neighbourhoods of the cityt. High society. She enters in the car and kisses him in the cheek. As soon as she closes the door, the sound of a car at great speed can be heard. The car runs to their direction and suddenly a tommy gun gets out of one of its windows. She covers his head between her knees and when the sound of the car and the guns is fading, looks to Tommy. He is dead. Maybe the old man from the corner's music shop was paying a rival gang for protection... She'll never know it. She cries and hugs her father who has stepped out of the house because of the sound of the tommygun. Someone screams.
That's really good. Bravo.
Whew, last night was a rough one... I wanted to jump into the writing world and away from the real world, but couldn't get it off my mind. I honestly don't know how first responders keep their sanity.
I went less creative and more literal on the picture, thinking maybe I could figure out what was really going on here...
Tom's great grandfather, Rocco missed World War I by a few years. Having scraped through the Great Depression as a child, Rocco move away from life on the farm to Chicago. There he received an education in finance and graduated with honors. After being promoted to Vice President of First Chigago National Bank, he used his bonus to purchase a brand new car. Eager to show the family, he stops for a photograph, which is now circulating via the internet to a large family, of which Tom is only one of over fifty great-grandchildren.
Rumors of Rocco's involvement in bootlegging liquor circulate the table every Thanksgiving. If true, it might explain his untimely death in a suspicious rail car accident that claimed the father of four at the age of 43. Only a handful of surviving family members know for sure, but this picture gets drug out from time to time, and grandpa Eliot says there's more to the story.