Mike shrunk back into the seat, as he watched the green fists beat Vinny until he passed out. When the voice from the radio was finished with Vin, he was not only silent, but he had a broken nose, two black eyes, bruises from chin to forehead, and multiple broken teeth.
“Now, Mike. Do you promise to stay quiet?” The voice from the radio asked.
Mike’s shook his head hard up and down, as warm yellow piss filled his jeans and the seat below him.
“Good. Now we have a trip to take.”
The arms and hands evaporated back into the radio. The clutch pushed to the floor, the gears shifted, the gas pedal did its thing, and the car left its spot heading off in the direction of the dense, uninhabited Florida Everglades . . . to be continued next Sunday at 6 A.M. Did you miss a post? Check out the Category “Tales from the Blog” in order to catch up. Have a great Sunday.