Giovanni held his girl tight. I think her name was Krissy or Cindy. But it doesn’t matter much. He wouldn’t let her go. He knew that I stood off to the side waitin’ for him and he had to get in his final good-byes.
He was always a good kid. A favorite of mine to run around with; shoot-the-shit with. I trusted him. Or I use to. His problem: he liked to shoot-the-shit with too many people. Give Gio a beer or two and he became a chatty Kathy. That’s it. That was her name: Kathy.
After Kathy left’um, I gave him a minute to prepare himself. To say a prayer or two. The revolver was cocked, locked, and ready to rock, but as I jabbed it into his side, ready to pull the trigger, a parasailer drifted across. The guy’s eyes were as wide as could be. I didn’t want him to make me out so Gio and I talked – like the old times.
His date with the fishes was gonna have to wait.
A DATE WITH THE FISHES is my submission to the weekly writing challenge by Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers (https://flashfictionforaspiringwriters.wordpress.com/2018/09/17/fffaw-challenge-183rd/). This week’s photo prompt was provided by Michelle DeAngelis. The goal of the prompt is to write a story based on the photo. The story must be 75 to 175-words. This story’s word count: 175 words.
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