He wasn’t laughing anymore.
He had laughed about it all day, but now that it was really happening, he wasn’t laughing anymore.
Who would’ve thought that what she “saw” in the tea leaves was really going to come to life? He certainly didn’t.
He thought the whole thing about paying someone to tell your future was just a big joke and he only went along with the other guys to stop them from carrying on. She predicted amazing weather on the tropical island, she predicted the good food and drinks. She also predicted that two of them would never return alive. She urged him to reconsider and cancel the trip all together. He didn’t want to. He didn’t want to believe her. He couldn’t believe her. She was just a fraud.
As he hid high on the tree branch, trying so hard not to breathe for fear of giving away his location, something was definitely moving down on the ground next to Carl’s lifeless body. He had no idea yet what had happened. He had just heard the scream and then a sort of swoosh sound. Shortly after, in a spray of blood, he saw the boot landing close to him. Carl’s boot. With his foot still in it. Another scream. It had been Carl’s last one.
TO BE CONTINUED…
Eeek! Stop it. You’re freakin’ me out.
Holy Mother! Did this happen on the same island that DR bought the booze? hehehe..
Why are you leaving us hanging out here? Waddup wid dat?
How is it that I read your hubby’s blog just about every day and I’ve never visited yours??
My apologies…THAT is certainly going to change.