“You remember when they tore down the Shamu building?”
“Oh yeah. That one on Pender with the whales on it. I forgot all about that.”
“Remember when we broke in that time? We hauled that fucking television up all those stairs and dropped it down the elevator shaft. Man, I will never forget how loud that fucker was when it hit! Pow!”
“Yeah.”
“You okay, buddy? You sound sad. I can go if you want.”
“No, stay. Please. It’s good that you came to visit me.”
“You need anything?”
“A new spine, maybe. To walk again would be nice.”
Honor among thieves?
So much unsaid, but the meat of the relationship and the history they’ve had together is all that needs to be there. Nicely linked to the photo, too.
Gritty and uses the prompt perfectly.
Neat tale.
The things boys do…
Nice take on the prompt
Regrets, I had them few…Good story.
Wow, nicely woven tale! Good job!
An intriguing interchange. The undivulged cause of his injury and the brash talk of smashing things set up a fascinating resonance.