"Umm...was it....quick?" Morty asked with just a modicum of remorse in his voice.
"You really want me to answer that, Morty?" I asked.
"No...no...I...guess...not."
"You're a widower now, Morty. Enjoy it. I'll be at the Tiki Moon Halloween night. You better have my money."
"I will," I heard him say faintly as I hung the phone up. I exited the phone booth with the feeling I was being watched. The hair on the back of my neck was standing up.
I had an urge to duck, which I did just as a bullet shattered the glass in the phone booth...
Neville Hunt almost 5 years ago
Saints alive... I didn’t expect anything that quickly!