Terry looked down at his bloody knuckles, “Dammed red heads, who knew that peckerwood was going to hit his head on the cement stairs?” “Well help me put him in the boat and let’s grab some of those cinder blocks.”
Pulling up at 2:30am the brothers parked by the boat ramp. The steam was trailing off the thermos cup until you blew on it and then it fogged up the windows. Joe finally broke the silence, “You didn’t have to kill that kid.” “Joe, that wasn’t a kid or a sixteen year old ass, he was a adult trying to rip us off, and hell I only hit him once.”
Look at that, someone has already put their Bassmaster in the water and its only 3am. The State Game and Fishing Officer pulled in, parked and then walked over to talk to the two fellas. “You fellas look new to the area. How are you this morning?”
“Stay calm Terry, Joe whispered.” “Morning Officer, we’re doing OK. We used to come here as kids and it’s our first time back. We sure are looking forward to getting some bass today.”
“Well before you go out let me update you about our little place here. My son runs the bait shop and prints the local rag, “The Fish WRapper”. We’re still a small fishing community here at Liar’s Cove you have to be off the lake at 4pm. We’re just big enough to support a State Game and Fishing Officer, but small enough that I have to share an office with my big mouth son Peter, but he prefers to be called Junior.”
“Well this is Terry and I’m Joe. If you don’t mind we’re going to get out on the lake. We’ll catch up some more later this afternoon.”
“That sounds good boys; my name is Officer Michael P Pecker, senior. Oh and junior’s a little sensitive about his red hair and only his friends can call him Peckerwood. ”
“Now where is that boy?”
© 2012 Michael Yost 3/13
Michael's Lair 
dun dun dun….makes me want to hear what happens next!:)
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Thanks!
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Wow, what a story! I too want to know what happens next…Hmm…I can see an unfortunate discovery being made in the very near future…Things are not going according to plan, for anyone in the story…
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See you next bat time and same bat channel…
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Hi Michael
This is a real suspense story, and the end unexpected! 🙂 very well done!
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Liars Cove. Ha! That’s the truth 🙂
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I swear it was like water skiing in that row boat until the line broke…
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Really funny!
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Thank you Laurie.
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Wait! You can’t end it yet! Good job.
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Thanks Mel. It depends on the following prompts.
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Oh no! What a great story … and rather heartbreaking too.
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Thanks Karen. Glad you liked it.
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They messed with the wrong redhead.
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Possibly. smiles…
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Thanks for linking up again, booguloo. This is a really great, funny piece. I love your details here–it feels a little different from what we usually see from you. I’d love to read more of it. Hope to see you back on Monday.
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This sounds like a scene straight out of a black comedy. Really well put together. At first I thought that ‘peckerwood’ was an insult to the dead guy, but I guess not so much!
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Thanks for the visit and the comment. I’m glad you found the humor in the piece. In prison it has various meanings and I think that’s where he picked it up from.
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