Sorry son, what did you say your name was again?”
“Billy, ma’am. Friend of your Sally’s. She asked me to collect you both and take you for a ride on my boat.”
“Wonder why she did that? Neither me nor her dad like the water. Can’t swim see.”
“Don’t worry love you’ll be fine. We’ll go out, watch the stars for a bit, then I’ll take you home.”
If Billy Watson had a heart he might’ve felt sorry for this frail old couple he was about to kill but the money Sally was paying him made all such thoughts disappear.
Mike Jackson – @mj51day
A 100-word story for Friday Fictioneers.
Photo courtesy of Ted Strutz