Pants Down_No More Chances_Pelican Beach Christmas_The Chicken, the Egg, and the Two-Dollar Haircut
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Pants Down
Thinking of Toto’s Garage, Shikhar thought, “I’ve got a plan”.He and his friends from a well-regarded B-school were doing their summer internship and had gotten their first salary. Like most people who, like them, had just gotten their first salaries, they decided to get drunk. Or more specifically, Shikhar wanted to get very drunk and the rest wanted to have a good time.Summer saw Shikhar and his friends disperse to the various economic hubs of India for their summer internships. But most headed for Mumbai.Shikhar was doing his internship at a stuffy bank. He was in Mumbai.Rohit was working o...
No More Chances
“I don’t want it to end this way.”Even though my thinking was slow, and my head throbbed in pain with every beat of my heart, I would have recognized Firas’ voice anywhere.I tried to turn in his direction, but the pain worsened. So, I just shifted my eyes and saw his narrow silhouette in the doorway of my cell. A blade of sunlight seeped in from a slit of a window behind him, the cell’s only source of fresh air. It wasn’t enough to relieve us from the stench of excrement, sweat and rot.I heard the big man in the corner shift. His heavy leg chain scraped against the stone floor. I sensed he wa...
Pelican Beach Christmas
Pelican Beach Christmas By Tim Brostrom The elderly brothers walk slowly together along a remarkably barren public section of Pelican Beach, their destination unsure, though there is a holiday festival on the pier ahead. Jonathan, the younger of the two by a few years, is still stout and well formed with a barrel chest, wickedly strong thighs, a proclivity for tapping his fingers one against the other, and a dark black full-cheeked beard with tinges of misty shale gray. He wears a navy-bwww.onedoor.cclue nylon windbreaker and wide-brimmed canvas khaki-colored hat that he purchased at REI while on vacation b...
The Chicken, the Egg, and the Two-Dollar Haircut
Ky crouched down behind a rocky outcrop while a hail of bullets peppered the nearby vicinity. The three men above him were intent on doing him in by overdosing him on some hot lead, but Ky was a rare breed. He was strong, courageous, and a dead-eye shot. With amazing swiftness, Ky let loose a barrage of shots that immediately felled two of the bad men. The other one took off, jumping on his horse and riding away. He was never seen in these parts again. “Oh, Ky! You saved me. And the ranch! How can I ever thank you?” Dorothy hugged him and kissed him deeply, moaning in pleasure. Ky pushed her ...