Chapter 7
Future’s So Bright, I Gotta Wear Shades...
Walter and Charlie had finished digging the hole.
Walter had long hair tied back in a ponytail. His face was gruff and cupid like. Charlie’s head was in the shape of a crescent moon and he was pale white with stark black eyebrows. Charlie gave Walter a boost out of the hole and then Walter helped pull him out.
The two men dusted themselves off but at this point the dirt had turned to mud. Neither of them were thrilled to say the least.
“What time are we supposed to meet the guy?” Charlie said.
“Round three.” Walter shot back.
“Guy’s late, Walter.”
“These big wigs are always late because they can be. That’s how they got to be big wigs, by being late and looking important.”
“I’m tired of this shit man.” Charlie said.
“We prove ourselves with this job then maybe The Man With The Plan will start giving us some real assignments.”
Charlie spit dirt out of his mouth but it got stuck on his lip anyway. “What do you know about him?”
“The Man With The Plan?” Walter said.
“Yeah.”
“What do you wanna know?”
“Who is he, what’s his real name?”
“That is his name.”
“Can’t trust a guy that doesn’t have a name, nor can we trust a guy we never even met.”
“Word on the street is nobody’s ever met him. That’s the way it is. We all get our orders through envelopes, that’s the way it’s been done. Could be even more than one guy for all we know. Who knows who’s stuffing those envelopes with orders. Some people think Shakespeare wasn’t one guy you know, some say it was a group of writer’s pooling their work together, like a club.”
“I don’t read Shakespeare.” Charlie said.
“Neither do I.”
“Then shut the fuck up about it.”
“Don’t get shitty. You asked me pal.” Walter barked.
Charlie bent down to tie his laces that were all muddied up. “You’re right, I’m sorry man but this whole thing sucks.”
“Lighten up. You don’t know what’s coming down the pike. That box we’re waiting for, could contain something big.” Walter said.
“Like what?”
“I don’t know, something important. Something that could change things for us.”
A little while later Walter noticed someone heading their way, he pointed and Charlie looked as well. The guy made his way up to them. He was the same guy who handed Mordy and Otto the box filled with Pippy and he was still covered with grease, still miserable and his face was still busted up. The man took one look at them, shook his head and just dropped the box on the floor and went back the way he came, one miserable limp at a time.
“Rude prick.” Charlie said quietly to Walter.
They looked down and stared at the box, mesmerized by what could be inside.
“Let’s open that shit.” Charlie said.
“Orders said not to.” Walter said firmly.
“But there’s no one around.”
“I don’t know.”
“Who’s gonna know?”
Walter thought about it. “Whatever then. Open it.”
Charlie quickly opened the box, reached inside and pulled out an eye patch. They both looked at it closely.
“I don’t get it.” Charlie said.
“It’s an eye patch.”
“I know that but what the fuck. Real important assignment, Walter.” Charlie tossed it back inside the box and closed the lid.
Walter grabbed both shovels off the ground, handed one to Charlie and started to fill the hole back up with dirt.
“I’m starving.” Charlie said.
“Go pick an apple off that tree.”
“I wouldn’t eat from nothing that grows in a graveyard. Those apples contain a piece of every dead corpse in this joint.”
Walter turned to him. “Hey. Did you know that apple seeds contain cyanide?”
“Yeah, I heard that. In the pips.” Charlie said.
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Michael Ciminera was born in Queens, NY and was raised on Long Island. He has written over a dozen produced screenplays for top Television Networks including ABC Family’s hit franchise, “The Dog Who Saved Christmas”. He holds a degree in Finance from Hofstra University and lives on Long Island with his wife, son and 5lb dog named Rocky.
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