The following story was written for my friend, Lily Childs‘, Friday Prediction. I’m not too sure what the 3 words were for this particular challenge but they mustered up this story.
Hope you enjoy…
“Mr Jones, you need a holiday,” they’d told him. “Your phlebitis has gone but if you keep pushing yourself so hard you’re going to get yourself stressed again. With your immune system at a low, the symptoms could return.”
Throwing caution to the wind, Robert headed over to New Orleans for their annual Mardi Gras.
It was spectacular: almost as spectacular as the fountain of blood erupting from his slashed throat.
Left for dead behind a dumpster in a deserted alley, for a measly hundred dollars, stress looked the better option.
~END~
Thanks for stopping by.
Loved this before… love it now.
Thanks, Lily. Need to start playing again over at Phil’s place. Will have a go this week. 🙂
That’s so much fun… Gotta’ start doing it again. Great piece, Lily!
Brutal! 😉
Nothing like getting rolled the hard way in the Big Easy. Good to see you out and about, man.
Short and razor sharp!
Anything with a broken bottle and arterial spray is worth a look. If it’s very well written it’s worth remembering. I’ll remember this one for a long time, David. Cool.