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Chapter 2: Pool with the Boss.

'That's a ball-n hand! I don't care how sweet that shot was, you didn't call it.'

'All right Bones. Where the hell is sherry' Hey sherry! Sherry! Can we get another round'' Down by table 5, two executive committe of the company down Sherry looks at Joel, trying to look exasperated. Raised eyebrows, big breath in, quick breath out through a parted mouth. Quick pause into a real big smile. She's good. Working for tips takes attitude and good looks. A black mini skirt and tight shirt helps too. She has all four. Too bad she's so short.

Put the queue behind the line. Middle left center of the dot. 'Seven right corner' Gentle but steady stroke with mostly top, 'Click', the queue ball rolls down to the far bank, angles back towards the seven, hits it and the seven falls, followed by the queue'

'Scratch'

'Here you go boys that are... 'Eighteen' says Joel, doing the math for her. With beer, he's an accountant.

'Right'

'Worker 5012, it's your round'

I'm looking forward to this beer, after three the burning in my throat goes away. While I take out my wallet and let her soul suck me for 23 bucks. I tip well, Joel starts to run the table.

'You gonna call that eight ball''

'Fuck you' he draws out the you.

Sherry gives me one of those smiles I live for, takes her tray and shrugs as Joel drops the eight.
Cough Cough Cough, 'Gotta quit smokin'

''*KRCTCHZZZ* STATIC OVER' what-er your readings down there''

'Jackie what is it reading''

'Seismic activity increasing. You sure this crevace is safe' Wait a minute. I'm a geologist. Of course, it's not safe. What am I doing here' Jackie lets go.'

Jackie - 'I know! Hold on we gotta get this down, the news is waiting. We got a contract!'

I climb out of the crevace

Damn it's cold. It should be white - ice - at least the blue green transluscents, but it's brown. Dirt. No vegetation, nothing, just dirt. Could be Gramps garden in March. From here I can't see the bottom - just the crevace split into the rock jutting like a loose fist from the wrist of the mountain, or the prudential rock on a policy. Musta been thinking fairytales.

The rock rumbles. Never spent much time in California. Not sure if this is what an earthquake feels like, feels more like the fat woman walkin past my desk. 23rd floors up and all.

I scream to get the fuck out of there

Kaleschefski hops out of the fissure / I see the ground crack - so movie like - six inches in front of my feet & Jackie's still down there. Grab Kaleschefski's hand and pull him over. We scream over out head sets for Jackie to get the fuck out of there and the bulge is pullin away. No sign of him, sound activated mic & we can hear the rock echo crunching, and then the bulge falls away. Now we hear Jackie, no scream, just 'oh fuck' with the bulge slipping away, till it hits the ledge below, more crumbling and Jackie gettin beat up inside soundin like the wind's gettin knocked out of him, an audible 'uhh', and the bulge bounces off the cliff & I swear someone was screaming as it fell the 15 seconds to the bottom. Then the sound of granite crumbling, bone crunching, Jackie's gurgling scream, & then just nothing. No more static - nothing but Kaleschefski and me standing six inches from the new edge.

'Jackie dead.'

'No fucking shit'

'Now we'll never get paid'

..()..

I took the rest of my change from Sherry.

Submitted by John on Tuesday, April 15, 2003 (00:00:00) (666 reads)

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