Latest Flash   Bareknuckles Pulp No. 22: Peninsula  You got the
balls to pull off a stick-up, sure. But the balls to finally
come out say what you meant all along ...?  Peninsula by Michael
Kidd  We always said if it ever came to this we'd flip for it.
But now, with a siren wailing in the distance, my hand's shaking
so badly I can't even hold the coin steady.  "You're such a
pussy, Harkonen," Travis snorts. Three years running and he's
yet to call me by my first name. "I take a shot in the thigh and
you can't toss a fucking coin? Give it here."  He limps forward
to grab the coin from me, the sleeve of his T-shirt slipping
back to reveal his heavily inked bicep. His hand, damp from the
late-summer drizzle, brushes against mine.  "Jesus," he says,
"your hand is colder than a witch's tit."   "OK," he says,
balancing the nickel on his thumb. "Heads you do it, tails it's
me. Deal?"  Without waiting for my answer he flips the coin into
the air, and I follow its arc down to a soggy patch of dirt
between our feet.  F