By Shiv Rayani
“JIMM’EH, I’M COMING FOR YOU!”
The phone slides through Jimmy’s glove with McPhearson still screaming from it. It lands upright on the Persian rug. McPhearson’s fuzzy threats erupt on loudspeaker, pacing Jimmy’s panic.
“YOU’RE DEAD, YOU HEAR?”
He haphazardly stuffs a suitcase with enough to never return home.
“JIMM’EH! ANSWER ME—”
Sitting beneath a chandelier, Jimmy sparks up his muddied pipe. McPhearson’s voice fades to drone as Jimmy’s trembles sooth inward. He grins admiring the yuppie decor through heavy crack clouds.
Giddily confident, Jimmy snatches McPhearson’s car keys from his wife’s lifeless palm before escaping their house with the loot trailing.
This one is like a sharp knife between the shoulder blades. Very graphic stuff!