Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “for/fore/four.” Use one, use ’em all, use ’em any way you want. Bonus points for using all three. Enjoy!
“But what’s it for?” Stella’s voiced whined in the tight confines of the small cabin.
“Well, see those four levers? Each controls a different part of the boat’s motion.” Zach replied as patiently as he could manage but the girl clearly had no boating aptitude.
“What’s this round window thingy?”
“That’s called a porthole.” Zach rolled his eyes slightly, he’d told her several times already. But she was attractive and a little help from a special cocktail he carried and she’d be very, very amenable.
Stella continued to mull things over on deck, moving fore and aft in a certain rhythm. They came to a halt and tossed anchor quite far from shore. Stella smiled as Zach handed her a margarita. As he drank he began to feel slightly dizzy that wasn’t right at all, he never got seasick. Zach looked over at Stella to see her smiling a wicked little smile.
“How many times have you done this Zach? Lured women out here to drug and defile them?”
“Huh? What?” Zach realized his speech was slurred what was she saying? No one knew what he’d done none of the girls would talk, he was sure of it.
“Oh yes, I know. The last innocent was my baby sister and now it’s time for payback.” Stella was still smiling as she shoved him over the side.
The last sound he heard was the boat engines starting and the being hauled aboard as he slipped into the icy depths.
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Til next time ~Peace ~JPP