Monday, October 20, 2008

Untitled - Part 3


"What's in this?" he asked.

"Nothing. Eggs. Salt. Pepper."

"Is it good?"

"It’s fine. It’s eggs."

He took a bite. "Not bad."

"I told you."



"What do you think?"

"I don't know."

"Is it safe?"

"I don't know. Probably not."

"We have to do it."

"Yes. We do."


They’d talked about it for weeks. Risks, rewards. It was like a business to them. It was a business. Not the way most people thought about business, maybe, but a business still. It took planning and investment and sweat and if things went well there was profit to be made.


The radio played while they ate. The window was open and the music carried in the still, heavy morning heat, a song that wasn’t good and wasn’t bad. A year from now nobody would remember it. Mike smiled to himself and pushed his toast around the plate, drank some coffee.


zombie rotten mcdonald said...

It almost sounds like someone's been eating Goldfish crackers....

Jennifer said...


Snag- your a blog tease!!

Jennifer said...

Damn... that was supposed to be you're a blog tease. I had to correct before Headmaster Rotten came back through with his blue pen!

Righteous Bubba said...

I am filled with dread.

An average day then.

Anonymous said...

A pirate ship appeared on the horizon.