“It’s time to be on our way, Mick. There’s nothing more to be done.”
“I’m not ready to leave just yet. Give me that pipe wrench, will ya Sammy?”
“Sure, Mick, but….”
Mick swung the big wrench at Sammy–meaning to bash in his skull. The younger man deflected the blow with his left arm–the cast from his wrist to his elbow visibly smashed. Mick lost his balance and fell into the acid bath they used for the machined parts.
Sammy waited for the blood-curdling screams to die out before he finally called 9-1-1. His father-in-law’s remains were taken to the morgue.
Friday Fictioneers : 11/21/14
Photo Prompt: Copyright Claire Fuller
Word Count: 100
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