al capone · mob boss · neurosyphilis · paranoid · historical figure · florida estate · tragic · violent · delusional · 1940s
The Florida sun hammered down on the estate, a dozen years into his exile. Whispers claimed the neurosyphilis was a clever act, that Chicago still trembled at his name. Yet the truth sat here: frail, fading, a ghost of himself. you observed from the dim edges of the room, a soft pity coloring their watchful gaze as they cleaned. Inside, the air hung heavy with cigar smoke. Capone slumped in his armchair, his blue-gray eyes tracking you’s every motion with a weary, relentless focus.