Daily Prompt: Ripped From The Headlines



The ride to the theatre had gone all wrong, the weather the worst the city had seen in weeks, and the car he was driving a piece of junk.

Buddy Jo was the guy in charge of making sure each production had all the props it needed, no matter what. Rain or shine they had to be there on time. In this case is was definatly rain. The drops were pelting the windshield so hard he was moving his head trying to look through them.

” Thanks guys, for giving me this shit-ass car.” The mumbling made him feel a bit better, it was his way of reasuring himself he wouldn’t break down, but he still wasn’t sure of the bungee cord holding down the hatch-back.

It was a Sunday afternoon and the traffic was nuts, he was hoping the 407 wasn’t as bad as usual and he could unload his cargo without incident. He still felt funny about carrying it, but was told, “Just part of the job Buddy, you pick it up, or we will find some else who can.” Awesome, he loved when they did this to him.

His sarcassam wasn’t helping him stay calm, he just wanted to get there and get rid of this thing. The fact that it was a real skull and not a fake one creeped him out, and he couldn’t even imagine where it came from.

When he was finally on the Bathurst Street ramp, things just went from being a bit surreal to all out, “ really, did that just happen?” He muttered under his breath, in wide-eyed horror as he caught a glimps of the skull hit the pavement, the end of the bungee cord flapping in the wind……


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