How the Cookie Crumbles

An irreverant view of life after SIXTY-FIVE

#BlogBattle – Week 61

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Prompt: Surfer

Genre:  Drama

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Busted

“Know what it means caught in the act? Well, I wasn’t. Didn’t do nothing.

“I had a life long ago, but it got boring fast. Sure, I wanted a little excitement. I worked hard at a job that sucked. Yes, I said it. The wife knew I hated it, but what could she do except complain there was never enough money. Yeah, she worked at this and that—babysitting, was a cashier once, sold Tupperware. Nothing in the real world so her pay added up to birdseed. Said it was her job to bring up our kids, not hand them off to someone else. Anyway, it probably wouldn’t have worked ‘cause we had a new kid every other year—four times…”

“Hey, slow down. Chill. Want to get us killed?” His passenger reached out to grab the wheel only to be shouldered back.

“Thirty plus years I’ve been bowing and genuflecting at the altar of the Boss Man. See? Had kids and a mortgage, responsibilities. Is that all we’re on this earth for—to toil, sweat, and die. The company kept laying off and cutting back the last fifteen years. Got gut rot. Call backs no guarantee. Can’t throw your seniority away so I hung on. Stashed dough in tins and jars, preparing for the next cutback. The only thanks at home were hands out for my hard-earned dough.

“The kids are grown and gone. About time. We had a house because of the sweat on my brow. Wants to sell the house. Wants half of everything. Nope, not from yours truly.” He smacked the steering wheel, open palmed. “I’d like to get my hands…”

“Geez Louise. Pull over. You keep wandering over the line.” Mike tapped Charlie’s arm with a fist, but again he shrugged him off.

“I’m fine. Keep getting these letters from her lawyer, and…”

“Thought we were going fishing. Any new fish stories?” He leaned in to fiddle with the radio.

“Leave it.” Charlie groaned, withdrew a cigarette from his shirt pocket, and tapped it on the steering wheel. Before he reached the car lighter, Mike flicked his Bic, offering a light. Blowing smoke through his nose, he nodded, squinting through the windshield. “My best man and blood brother. How long have we known each other? Forever, right? Haven’t seen you in a year and you can’t listen for five minutes.”

“What do you need, man. Shoot.”

“Never mind. I’ll figure it out.” Charlie shifted his weight in the old mustang’s bucket seat. Though the air conditioner blew full tilt, his balding head glistened where thin red hair had once flourished. Wiry brows drawn in a frown, his ruddy cheeks shone, too.

“You got a lawyer, right? What’s the worst you can expect?”

“Half of everything and then there’s the thing about my pension she can claim…”

“Whoa, where did that trucker come from? I’d say he’s in a hurry to hell.” Mike rubbernecked the back window.

“Talk about reach out and touch someone. He almost wrote his name on my car. That was too close. Look at him go.”

“Want I should drive?”

“Nah, I’m okay. You still have all your hair. I just lost mine.” Charlie honked when he laughed. Mike didn’t sound much better. “When you said to slow down, I remember a bunch of cars ahead of us.” He checked the rear view. “Nobody but us now.”

Mike steepled his hands. “Start at the beginning. What was the tipping point? Any idea?”

“Not sure. Other than working in the mill, I developed an interest in computers. You might say I had a gift. Learned to fix them. Easy. Soon, friends, and everybody called for help. Patty complained because I fixed them on my off days. Said I wasn’t available to her. Wasn’t charging money. What did she know? I don’t work for free. The money was good. Women were needy. One in particular—but nothing happened. She wanted me, I know, but I’m a married man, right?” She kept calling with problems and soon her wide-eyed gazes got to me. I felt sorry for her. Lonely, I guess. Anyway, I promised to look in on her now and again. I loved the attention. Who wouldn’t? She was a lot older than me but looked pretty good.

Got home late one night and Patty’s sitting in the living room—sprang at me like a panicked cat. Said she’d found an e-mail on my computer from a woman. Didn’t know she knew about computers. Saw my car on the street in front of an apartment building, she said. How did she track me…? She spied on me? I never spied on her. Told her people e-mailed for repairs. Had to change my password.”

Mike ran a hand over his full head of dirty blond hair and adjusted his watchband. Staring out the passenger window, he exhaled. “Can’t fault her for worrying, can you? This is her marriage too.”

“You’re not listening. She’s out to get me no matter what or how.”

“What else happened?”

“Sometimes—you know when shifts change and it’s hard to switch your inner clock and sleep’s not your friend?

“Yeah?” Mike cricked his neck.

“I cranked on the computer in the middle of the night a few times. Television’s a joke except for sports. Got into Chat Rooms. Real interesting. Lots of people with crappy lives. I was flabbergasted how real these people were. Soon I was on there every spare minute. Met a couple women in my area. Yeah, we met for coffee a few times. What’s wrong with that? Again Patty, the detective, managed to match unspecified fragments and attacked me with accusations of fooling around online.”

“In your defence, you said?”

“Checking my online investments.”

“You do investments online? Is it safe?”

“I do some, but am not sure about going hog wild. No.”

“You lied to Patty?”

“How did I lie if I’m not using real money? Was studying if I’d be any good with real money.

“Patty had the nerve to ask how much I’d kissed away in my online trading. I said I’d made thousands—couldn’t help it. Her eyes got so big.” He snorted. “Still, none of her business.”

Bug-eyed, Mike glared at his friend. “None of her business? She’s your wife and the mother of your children. What is wrong with you? So did you invest real money or not?”

“Here’s the kicker. Got past my password, again. Printed the chats and shook them in my face. Time for strange women and not her. Stuff like that. I didn’t check investments. I wasn’t an ordinary web surfer. I was a liar, an unfaithful husband, looking for trouble. Oh, yeah. Then she screamed about house stuff, the broken steps, no new appliances. What about the furnace? Yada yada. Nothing I did was good enough. No wonder I found ways to spice up my life. In the morning, she was gone.”

“Where is she now?”

Charlie raised and dropped a shoulder. “She called so I have her cell. Said she’s getting a lawyer, an apartment—not coming back—blah-blah-blah.”

“How long had the chats been going on?”

“Whose side are you on, Mike? I have her lawyer hounding me. I even said let’s start over. I begged. That hurt. Nope. No way. Nada. Any idea how I make this go away? Not lining no lawyer’s pockets. No sir.”

Mike stared ahead. Mouth clamped shut, he manoeuvred his lips back and forth.

“Well?” Nostrils flared, he peered at his passenger.”

“Pull over. I don’t think you’ll like what I have to say.”

“Hit me.”

“Ever go to work tired, make mistakes?”

“Tired. Yeah, so? Night shifts are great for catching some shut-eye.”

‘You get away with not working? And get paid?” Mike slapped his forehead.

“No biggie. Everyone does it. We cover for each other. An hour here and there.”

“You don’t care about anybody. Are you crazy? What if you drop a load, kill somebody from your crane?”

“You and hoity-toity Lenore are so perfect, right? You’ve never done anything you’re sorry for?”

“Get serious. Sorry? Only because you got caught. Pull over, I said. You planning to skip out on your ex? They’ll find you, and you’ll pay, sooner or later.

“Watch me because I can.” Lips clamped, Charlie wiggled thorny brows in his direction.

“Pull over. I want no part of this.”

“We’re in the middle of nowhere.” Charlie smirked, an ugly twist to his lips. Checking his mirrors, he slowed and pulled over. They were alone on the road. He turned to Mike with a cruel squint. “We’re stopped. Now what?”

“My bag. Open the trunk.”

“Okie-dokie.”

Mike bent to reach inside.

“Nobody calls me crazy.” Charlie slammed the trunk lid with all his might. “Guess you drowned fishing. Wuss.”

The End

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Author: Let's CUT the Crap!

I'm getting a little LONG in the tooth and have things to say about---ouch---AGEing. I believe it's certainly a state of mind but sometimes it's nice to hear that you're NORMAL. I enjoy reading by the truckload. I'm a grandma but I don't feel OLD although I'm not so young anymore. My plan is to stick it out as long as I can on this lovely planet and only will leave it kicking and screaming!

73 thoughts on “#BlogBattle – Week 61

  1. Not the kind of friend one wants…..

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  2. What an attitude. You got that across for sure. Good writing. 🙂

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  3. Great writing, Tess. And then your infamous ending surprise. You really got mood & description down. Who needs a friend like that. Poor Mike never saw that coming! Have a wonderful week. 💛Elizabeth

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  4. That one kept twisting. It ended up nothing like I expected, Tess. Well done.

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  5. Oh my, Charlie is not a nice guy!

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  6. Tess I think I say this every time bu it is true. Your posts I can not read fast enough. I lean toward the screen of my computer closer and closer for fear I might miss a tidbit. What a nasty character and what a brilliant piece of writing.

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  7. There are plenty of people like this, they start off as good guys and gradually get ground down and then some turn bad. But not all of them thank goodness. Well written as always Tess 🙂

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  8. Oh! Scary Tess, I could feel the tension building! Poor Mike …. mad Charlie!😠

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  9. Wow! It starts mildly enough, but what a guy! Great ending, if not for poor Mike. I hope the wife stays well away. Great story, Tess!

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  10. I am surprised he was even married, as Gilly said many men like this, sad state.. enjoyed it and your writing style makes its exciting… 😉

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  11. Oh, my. That story of the marriage gone wrong…rings true for so many folks I’ve known. The familiarity of the job that he hated…I grew up in a steel town and saw it often. But the ending…a shocker. Masterfully written, Tess.

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  12. This is brilliant. Never saw it coming. Poor Charley paid
    The price. How do you do this?

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  13. You got the personality down just right. I had a feeling it wouldn´t end well. Great job.

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  14. Some people get disenchanted with life, bitter and believe life owes them. Makes them do awful things. I don’t feel sorry for Charlie–but I do for his friend Mike. Yikes.
    Thank you for reading, Linda. Love your visits. :-)>3

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  15. Another thoroughly fun romp. I thought I knew where it was going, but you twisted it around at the end.

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  16. Yeesh… I feel like I know that jerk. You definitely pulled me into the scene.
    Well done, Tess. Mega hugs.

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  17. Brilliant! It couldn’t be better, Tess.

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  18. Poor Mike! Who needs a friend like Charlie. Didn’t see that coming though, Tess 🙂

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  20. So real… Charlie is not the type of husband a woman wants to have… And sadly he had no idea that what he did was so wrong!

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  21. Great writing Tess. The usual ‘Tess’ twists in there, keeping us guessing til the end.
    Sheesh, some people never learn, it’s never their fault. 🙂

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  22. Holy cow, I may never leave my house again. Didn’t see that one coming at all. Well done – grisly but well done.

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  23. You drew me in and quick, Tess, wow, that was something. Thanks. Shared and enjoyed thoroughly. 🙂

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  24. What a bitter man. You’ve captured his anger wonderfully. I think it’s not going to be very good ending for him. :/

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  25. FUNNY, Tess. Love the image.

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  26. Very good writing….popped across from the blog battle (newbie to it). Proper gets inside animosity and bitterness of getting caught out, no self blame…not listening to friends… Kinda want to hear her side too now 🙃

    Loved it and, well, have a need to follow you 😊

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  27. Next BlogBattle. Maybe. 😀

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  28. I love your writing and I like the way you start me off on one train of thought and then re route me half way through! very good.

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  29. Wow. I didn’t see that coming. I thought the twist had already happened. 🙂

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  30. Thanks for reading, Cathleen. Too much? ❤ ❤

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