Photo copyright: Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
With a double bourbon on the rocks, his medicine of choice, David stared at the maze in the distance. His reverie cut short by the ring of his phone.
“David,” he said.
“Thanks for making my job so easy,” said the caller.
“I will find you. Enjoy what little time you have left,” said David.
“Until then, have another bourbon, ” said the caller.
David scanned the maze, tables, and picnic area. Three men were using their phones.
“It won’t be that easy. Nice try…” The line went dead.
David threw the drink at the column. I’ll, bury him alive!
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Sounds like a feud that will come to a bad end to someone.
True, but which one will pay the ultimate price.
Too bad. this dose make for an interesting beginning to a longer story. I want to know what the feud is about. What he did to make it easy and whose the good guy?
The story started with Middlleham motors.
Well, you’re definitely going to have to turn this into a longer story. We can’t just stop here with bourbon splashed all over the column and the porch and no one answering for it.
The story started a couple of months ago with Middleham Motors. Next week I will continue David’s story.
Well, I’ll have to backtrack and catch up. I seldom get to participate in Friday Fictioneers these days — too many other jobs to do — so I haven’t kept up well.
Very good! I would like to know what he is hunting him and what happens next. You gave us one potatoe chip!
Thanks, next week the story will continue.
Oh good!
I wonder who will get who.
Only time will tell.
Wow, what a temper, wasting good whiskey like that!
I know, what did the bourbon do to him?
Dear Cole, There is a lot of history here for him to throw away perfectly good bourbon. You have a good way with words and weave a good story. Can’t wait to read more! Thanks, Nan 🙂
Thanks Nan, but I guess frustration makes people waste good bourbon.