What Was Left Behind
What follows is a work of fan fiction set in the Pulp Fiction universe created by Quentin Tarantino. Published purely for entertainment. Written with respect and obsession in equal measure. No copyright infringement intended.
I bought a building.
Got it cheap.
You would too if you knew the history.
A group of men used it as a meeting point after a diamond heist went wrong. Nobody trusted anybody. Guns came out. It ended the way those things always end. – badly and permanently. Bodies on the floor. Police at the door. Nobody left standing except the cops and one man who ran with the diamonds and didn’t get far.
The building sat empty after that.
Nobody wanted it.
I wanted it.
Got it at a discount.
If you know your Tarantino – you know exactly which building I’m talking about.
I’m not saying more than that.
I’ve been cleaning it out for months. Equipment I don’t ask questions about. Stains on the floor I’ve stopped examining. The kind of place where something went catastrophically wrong once and the walls decided to remember it forever.
Last month I found a door in the back corner that hadn’t been opened in years.
And in that room – a box.
I almost left it there.
I didn’t.
Content of the box:
Three leather journals
A stack of letters – most of them unsent
A small notebook filled with observations, phone numbers, and what appears to be an extended philosophical argument I still don’t fully understand
A receipt from a restaurant called Jack Rabbit Slim’s – with handwriting in the margins.
Three newspaper clippings – One about the death of a boxer
A sealed tin of Drum rolling tobacco – Dutch brand
One water damaged paperback – Modesty Blaise by Peter O’Donnell
Three dress suits in dry cleaning bags – Amsterdam Cleaners, Leidseplein
A photograph and a pen. The pen was still in the box. Black Lacquer. Gold plating. I’m using it now. It writes exactly like you’d expect.
The first journal has a name on the cover.
Vincent Vega
Three years in Amsterdam. Written in his own hand.
I’ve been reading it for three months. I’ve shown it to exactly three people. All three said the same thing.
Publish it!
So, here it is.
We’re calling it The Lost Diaries of V.V. You can read entry 1 here.
Because even saying his name out loud – some things deserve to stay between us.
Some doors only open once. We’re glad we opened this one.
-WiseGuy, The Speakeasy – Goodfella Gifts
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