I first laid eyes on Lono in a dockside dive, an immense Pacific Islander sporting an impressive tat collection. He was nursing his beer perched atop a barstool like a rhino balanced on a stork’s leg. As it happened, he was generous in both conversation and rounds. And we had come to the dock for the same purpose, seeking work.
Lono knew a guy who knew a guy, and we soon arrived on the deck of a multi-masted sailing vessel with employment paperwork in our hands. We turned to see the peg-legged captain of the vessel thumping in our direction, hefting a harpoon.
“Good luck to you, Lono.” I hurried back down the gangway and got off that ship. “But I’ve totally read this book.”
125 words. Inspired by this week’s Sunday Photo Fiction prompt:
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Excellent 🙂
Well thanks.
🙂
Great story! I loved how it ended! “I’ve totally read this book.” LOL
Isn’t this the first five minutes of Nightmare on Elm Street? I am so out of here!
LOL!
Nice story. Isn’t drinking supposed to encourage bad decision making?
Probably. But if you recognize the opening, it’s time to make a run for it.
That’s the joy of drinking, reality has the ability to remind you after You should remember the opening
“rhino balanced on a storks leg”
Great visual.
I admit, I had an image of Israel Kamakawiwoʻole in mind, but he’s far from the only big, big boy who’s come out of the Islands.
More appealing than Queequeg (we hope).
The sort of wise move that never happens in the movies! 😀
If it did, we wouldn’t get to watch evolution in action happening in horror movies. “Hey guys, let’s split up!”
Yep, definitely time to get reading! Very entertaining take on the prompt.
See, all of that reading IS valuable, I told you so Mom. It teaches you when to run away. 😛