This work of fiction has been crafted as a weekly roundup to Fandango’s One Word Challenges (#FOWC) posted over the last seven days.
Content Warning: Contains implied violence, sexually explicit themes and course language.
Johnny Fingers’ leg twitched as he sat on the edge of the couch, listening to the instructions being relayed. Always with the… Hey JF, collect the payola. Hey Johnny, deliver the product. Hey Fingers, squeeze this guy / whack that guy / dispose of the body, or whatever other trivial shit he could come up with. It was always an imposition but when the boss gave an order you did not ask questions.
His pulse quickened and the knot tighten in his gut as he texted Trinity, his side piece was going to go off her rocker when he canceled. He’d promised her a day at the beach with no interruptions. Man, the girl was stacked and looked delectable in a bikini, but she was h-i-g-h maintenance. Johnny expected to be henpecked worse than his own wife could ever muster.
The temperature in this place was slowly cooking the departed, the stench already permeating the stale air. Standing over the motionless frame of this nobody Johnny drifted off into a daydream. The smell of death was replaced with salty beach air and his eyelids filled with scantily clad girls, titties bouncing everywhere.
“Hurry up, wrap it in the god damned rug,” Lenny snapped, bringing him back to reality, “…and let’s get the fuck outta here!”
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