I Wanted To Punch John’s Smirking Face
against the shimmering water- Karma? What a crock of shit.
- I had almost forgotten the treasure
- as hilarious as you would expect
- Yeah, this story is going exactly where you were hoping it wasn’t
Tune In Next Time Part 1
I wanted to punch John’s smirking face. He winked and said, “Yeah, this story is going exactly where you were hoping it wasn’t, and it’s about as hilarious as you would expect.”
He’d been talking so long I had almost forgotten the treasure that was supposed to be buried somewhere near the boardwalk pilings that stood out against the shimmering water like stiff dead fingers. The boardwalk was long gone, of course, along with the partnership John and I formed so many years ago, before he betrayed me and ran off with both my woman and the treasure map, leaving me for dead.
Karma? What a crock of shit. If karma existed, I’d be the one sitting in the zodiac with Tessa and a harpoon gun, and it would be John standing in water up to his chest with cinderblocks chained to his ankles as the tide came in.
He was leaving me for dead again, and it looked like this time it would stick.
Oooh, desperate circumstances! More, please.
Maybe I’ll continue it next week. I’ll have to see what my prompt looks like.
Or you could continue it on Wednesday if you want.
It might depend on the temper of the prompt gods. I guess we’ll find out come Wednesday.