Once again my input is somewhat abbreviated.
Thanks to Rochelle as always for hosting this challenge, and to Dale Rogerson for the prompt photo.
© Dale Rogerson
Mack the Knife
That’s what they call me.
Well, it’s not such a creative leap, even for the morons I know.
I’m a Scot, and a well-honed blade is my preferred method of retribution.
The Boss, who is ancient, says it is appropriate.
Apparently Mack the Knife was a popular song about 100 years ago, back in the fifties.
Right now that is the least of my concerns.
The Boss is displeased.
Upset even.
Seems that annoying dude I carved up recently was his son.
So I’m wearing concrete overshoes and about to go feed the fishes.
Kinda ironic, given that song’s about a shark.
Uh, oh. Seems he was too quick with his weapon of choice. I sometimes wonder how many people ended up that way or inside cement bridges. Good, well-written story, C.E. 🙂 — Suzanne
Still hoping to wriggle out of this one, Suzanne!
I’ve always wondered why they used to play “Mack the Knife” at weddings. It’s a bouncy tune for such a dark subject, but GEEZ! Thanks for your story.
ronda
Hi Ronda, Sorry for late reply but your comment went to Spam.
It is a great song, but very bloodthirsty, not quite a wedding tune!
Thank you
They say music can be timeless, so can the methods of retribution it seems! Good stuff
If it ain’t broke…
Love the voise in this…and the comments are a hoot!
voice 🙂
You can’t hold me responsible for the comments, Dawn, some of these folk are demented!
LOL
With an angry boss at your back, you better look for a better weapon – may be a gun.
But the boss has an army, and a vengeance!
So non-plus about the concert shoes, I bet he is wearing slipper socks and he’ll be out in no time.
Lughing.
It’s true, my guys usually reappear next week!
What a great wee story, loved it
What a great wee comment, loved it too!
Nice nickname, not so nice retribution for Mackie’s own, ill-aimed retribution. Nice song in German or English about a thoroughly unsavory character.
I had not noticed the reference to cement in the song before reading your story:
There’s a tugboat, huh, huh, down by the river dontcha know
Where a cement bag’s just a’drooppin’ on down
Oh, that cement is just, it’s there for the weight, dear
Five’ll get ya ten old Macky’s back in town
(From the Bobby Darin’s version)
I love the song, it is a favourite, a story in a few verses
Now if he’s kept it out of sight he might have got away with it – preferably not hidden under his kilt though – ouch!
The sgian-dhu lives in the sock, Keith.
Tut tut, you should know that!
ha ha ha – the scary fish “Mack the Knife” 100 years later, people are still talking about him! Cute and funny story!
Great song, great character.
Glad you enjoyed, Nan
What goes around comes around… he seems to have a very fatalistic attitude to it all, anyway!
Probably always knew how it would end.
“Concrete Shoes” … Why changes to a new method when the old concrete shoes works great, ha.
Seems like these guys are as short on new ideas as they are on peaceful co-existence!
The fish would be salivating, eagerly awaiting their party!
I didn’t know fish did that!
Interesting story. Looks like history is repeating.
Doesn’t it always, Jo?
His death will weigh heavily. So to speak. 🙂
Nice one, Sascha!
Ouch this story carry great weight but of course the song should be sung in German by Lotte Lenya:
Sad to say the delightful Ms Lenya is way before my time, Bjorn, and my long-forgotten German is inadequate to appreciate her splendid efforts.
But Mackie Messer sounds so much better than Mack the Knife doesn’t it?
I guess viscous knifemen don’t change much over the centuries, nor the best ways to dispose of the bodies….
The old methods had much to commend them, it seems
If it works, why change?
That’s a rather pragmatic view of one’s impending death. Sort of a shrug of the shoulders. I guess when you live violently, you expect to die violently.
When your feet are stuck in cement I guess there’s not much point in whinging
No, there really isn’t.
Seems like this gang is going to tear itself apart until there’s no one left. At least the fish will be well fed.
Life is like that sometimes, live by the sword…
Not a good future there.
Nor a long one
Dear C.E.
Lou Cabrini sleeps with the fishes…apparently, so does Mack the Knife. He should’ve been more careful with his carving knife.
Shalom,
Rochelle
Sorry to say Lou Cabrini is unknown to me, m’lady.
Mack was always impetuous
It was a line from The Godfather. Sorry if that was an obscurity.
I didn’t know Scots said dude. They really shouldn’t, you know
Laughing.
You know what we say, Neil, and I couldn’t use that here!