Pulp Fiction, 1941 · page 8 of 116
10-Story Detective, March 1941 — page 8: what you’re looking at
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# Page Analysis: Story Opening from "Bullets on Blue Monday" This is the opening page of a mystery novelette by Harold Francis Sorensen. It shows Chapter I prose text describing a character named McKenna—a nervous, thirty-three-year-old farm man newly arrived in the city—preparing to meet someone named Tiere on a Monday morning. The page includes a dramatic illustration at the top depicting figures in a noir style, showing what appears to be the story's action. The text establishes mood and character background while McKenna walks the streets looking for an address, uncertain about his urban surroundings. No plot details beyond this setup are yet revealed.
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Bullets on Blue Monday Mystery Novelette CHAPTER I K NOCKING out his pipe, Mc- Kenna put on his hat. it had been hard to wait, but he had a feeling that no businessman liked to be bothered too early, especially on Monday. Besides, the only time he had seen Tiere, the man had not looked like an early riser. Unused to the city, McKenna made certain his big leather suitcase was locked. Then he left his hotel room, and was out in the street a minute later. After he took another look at the envelope with Tiere’s address in By Harold Francis Sorensen —~ < ~ Pes owes 7 ~ . ahey a” Ame" 0> US oe 14 H = y >. . bi be 5 e pas i | Se ° ah se St Comet ad ~ s* 43,3 “ - — > ' ~~ © y’ (hw ~ ——— ao the corner, he walked along, watching the street signs. It was a cold, bright morning, with the sun shining. Directly overhead the sky was clear blue, though a bank of dark clouds was well above the hori- zon. McKenna was nervous. A big, sparely built man, he was dressed in a simple blue serge suit. Other people were wearing overcoats, but he felt no need for one. All his thirty-three years, he’d been on the farm. The last thirteen years, since his parents - had died, he had been alone. No, he COMMICLOOOKS (C@