By Samuel M. Cameron
It was Damien who told me of the drive-through killer.
“You mean drive-by,” I replied. “Who’s heard of a drive-through killing?”
“Scout’s honor,” he said, three fingers aloft. “Comes at midnight, orders a cherry cola, and when he arrives at the register…”
I laughed then; I’m not laughing now. Not as 12:00 a.m. shines from my watch, and that exact order crackles down the line.
An engine revs outside. Panic rises.
I back away from the register, fry basket raised in defense.
The car approaches, driver’s side window creeping down, revealing Damien, grinning madly.
“Actually, make it a burger, scout.”
Well. isn’t that what good friends are for? Jerry
What else?!
Wonderful drive-thru humor! Good last line.
Thanks!
I love your humor — your story had me scared and then laughing — all within 101 words. I bet this was fun to write.
Thanks! Silly idea really, but sure it was fun to work through. Glad you enjoyed.