Charlie let go of the flagpole. He hadn’t been in the water since the 1984 Swimathon at Warren High, and even then, he’d finished last.
In the cabin, he found the lifejackets ripped and spattered with blood.
“Did Captain Crow tell you what happened to his crew?” Charlie asked, swallowing spray.
“Something about a vendetta. I think that’s why he was selling both his boat and his luck. Two for the price of one, he said. He told me that’s why he named the boat The Hunted Tail, though as far as I could tell he didn’t have one.”
11 comments:
Zombie mermen.
I read the story, and Cate? I think I love you. In a completely admiring way, of course.
And me without my trademark bottle of rum...heh. Weirdly fantastic as usual, Cate.
In 100 years when you pass on they are going to do studies on you brain to figure out how your wonderful mind works. Even then the studies will be inconclusive.
There aren't enough zombie mermen stories. Looking forward to yours : )
Zombie fish people.
...
Yeah. I can dig it. Great story.
Excellent. Can't wait to read more. :-D
Thanks for reading the story :D
oooh, one of my favorites from you to date. How in the WORLD do you come up with these brilliant ideas?
Thanks for reading, Barry. Answer - flu. ;)
I loved this story, truly. I laughed out loud a few times, and you're one of the few people who can make me giggle while being so very, very sick at the same time. The line I remember laughing hardest at (mind, I read it yesterday) was the one about the last thing the guy saw being the other guy holding his shoes, then water soaking his socks. The way you put it-- ha!
Thanks, Katey :D
Post a Comment