In the cottage, he backed out of the bedroom as the gas spread across the floor. Over the counter, couch, chairs, he’d done this before. The more you soak the less evidence for the insurance companies. They were thorough, he’d give them that.
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He left the pick-up truck on the hill and went into the garage. His aluminum fishing boat sat on its trailer, he had planned to spend hours on the lake with his son when the weather broke. He unhooked the strap that held the gas can in place and hauled it out. It was full.
In the cottage, he backed out of the bedroom as the gas spread across the floor. Over the counter, couch, chairs, he’d done this before. The more you soak the less evidence for the insurance companies. They were thorough, he’d give them that.
Bobby Warner
3/7/2020 03:35:01 pm
Some guys are fishing enthusiasts. This fellow definitely has other inclinations. This one evokes a shudder or two. Eerie. Good job.
Sue Clayton
4/7/2020 04:29:42 am
The powers that be might think his was a fishy tale. Comments are closed.
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