Booty or Booze?_Moon Cut_Lost in Lima_Holmes
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Booty or Booze?
Pirates have wasted many a voyage foraging for the crown jewel. The fish tale (from tadpole to shark) has evolved significantly over the years. Some pirates are unsure why they are still probing the sea. The booty tale began as a run of the muck pirate’s treasure: gold coins. The rumor was that a leprechaun of the sea deposited it somewhere under the rainbow. Some say that the mythical treasure is a mermaid. Many voyages have been wasted searching for mermaids, the plain ones. The competition for the golden box sloshed on. George Wisedeck, a.k.a. Old G (short for George and Granddad, his drink...
Moon Cut
Moon CutHe wiped the bloody blade on his shirttail. She watched from the keyhole, afraid to breathe for fear of being found out. She felt her heart beating through her night shirt, droplets of fear seeping from beneath her head band, and closed her eyes. She had watched him drag the body, or what she imagined a body, wrapped in the curtain he’d taken from the window. He opened the rear doorway to the exterior staircase and disappeared. She listened to the plodding steps grow faint.She opened her eyes once again and peered into the now empty room. She slipped from her kneeling position and res...
Lost in Lima
The sharp iron taste alerted her that continued nipping at her fingernails had ripped loose a hangnail. She returned the bleeding digit to her lap and continued to wait, staring at the beachscape painted on the wall as she bounced her sneakered foot on the floor. The big Kahuna had summoned her, and since she’d only met him once when she interviewed for the job, she figured it couldn’t be good news. His voice, thick with an unknown accent and pitched unusually high on the register, grated on her nerves as she listened to his muffled telephone conversation. She jumped when the door screeched op...
Holmes
Bang! The sound of Mr. Holmes’ cast iron pan clattering on the ground resounded throughout the small, two story cabin. He’d been trying to pick that pan up for weeks, but as it seems being a ghost left him wishing for the brittleness of old age. However, he was dead, and he’d been dead for three months now. The only good thing about it really, was seeing his dead wife Mrs. Holmes, or, as he liked to call her, Martha May. Speaking of which, the woman www.onedoor.ccpopped her head around the archway of the dining room. Her little round glasses sat low on her nose, a beaded chain disappearing behind a mop of c...