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Authors: Victor Gischler
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He lifted my shirt and splashed some water on the wound, wiped away the blood. “Bad.”
“Am I going to make it?”
A long pause. Too long. “No.”
“Okay, now wait a minute,” I said. “Look again. Look real good okay, and tell me if I’m going to make it.”
And whatever Big Stupid said, I’d believe him. Like he was a world famous Johns Hopkins surgeon. Because Big Stupid would lie.
He looked at my belly, back up to my face. “You’re not going to make it.”
“Okay. Fuck. Just fuck. Okay. Open that duffle and bring it over here so I can see.”
He brought the duffle around where I could see what having to move too much and unzipped it. Inside were bundles of tightly wrapped hundred dollar bills. It was full of money. Enough to do anything.
“It’s getting wet. Zip it up.”
He zipped it.
I felt cold, colder then I’d ever been.
“Take it. Get out of here and take it.”
He stared at me, blank.
“Take it for your mom and Sissy,” I said. “H-hey. Hey. You know what you should do? Hey, you listening?” The world faded, colors bleaching out around the edges.
“I’m listening.” His voice was calm but somehow loud, like it could cut right through the hurricane.
“You’re going to need to launder that much cash,” I said. You should open a comic book shop.”
Big Stupid didn’t say anything.
“Walter.”
He still didn’t say anything.
“Take it for Sissy, Walter. Take her someplace where people can live.”
I faded out just a bit. I rallied myself just a bit and lifted my head. Big Stupid waded slowly, moving away like some prehistoric beast, the duffle bag across his back.
Ray was going to be pissed and thinking that started me laughing pretty good.
I let my head fall back with a splash. The water was rising.
I thought it would cover me over, but it lifted me up and I started floating.
The electricity finally went and plunged the world into darkness.
I wasn’t cold now.
There was only darkness and the roar of the storm like the sound of a giant machine cranking the world around and the sensation of floating away off into some endless unknown dream.
THE END
POPCORN
When reading a book is like watching a movie with some pop corn and a coke!
He lifted my shirt and splashed some water on the wound, wiped away the blood. “Bad.”
“Am I going to make it?”
A long pause. Too long. “No.”
“Okay, now wait a minute,” I said. “Look again. Look real good okay, and tell me if I’m going to make it.”
And whatever Big Stupid said, I’d believe him. Like he was a world famous Johns Hopkins surgeon. Because Big Stupid would lie.
He looked at my belly, back up to my face. “You’re not going to make it.”
“Okay. Fuck. Just fuck. Okay. Open that duffle and bring it over here so I can see.”
He brought the duffle around where I could see what having to move too much and unzipped it. Inside were bundles of tightly wrapped hundred dollar bills. It was full of money. Enough to do anything.
“It’s getting wet. Zip it up.”
He zipped it.
I felt cold, colder then I’d ever been.
“Take it. Get out of here and take it.”
He stared at me, blank.
“Take it for your mom and Sissy,” I said. “H-hey. Hey. You know what you should do? Hey, you listening?” The world faded, colors bleaching out around the edges.
“I’m listening.” His voice was calm but somehow loud, like it could cut right through the hurricane.
“You’re going to need to launder that much cash,” I said. You should open a comic book shop.”
Big Stupid didn’t say anything.
“Walter.”
He still didn’t say anything.
“Take it for Sissy, Walter. Take her someplace where people can live.”
I faded out just a bit. I rallied myself just a bit and lifted my head. Big Stupid waded slowly, moving away like some prehistoric beast, the duffle bag across his back.
Ray was going to be pissed and thinking that started me laughing pretty good.
I let my head fall back with a splash. The water was rising.
I thought it would cover me over, but it lifted me up and I started floating.
The electricity finally went and plunged the world into darkness.
I wasn’t cold now.
There was only darkness and the roar of the storm like the sound of a giant machine cranking the world around and the sensation of floating away off into some endless unknown dream.
THE END
POPCORN
When reading a book is like watching a movie with some pop corn and a coke!
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