It was Saturday, and Harry didn’t work. Instead, he went to his work shed, “Saturday. Time to go huntin’.” You can imagine his surprise when he opened the door to his shed, stepped inside, turned on the light, and his phone range.
Harry answered his phone, because it wouldn’t stop ringing. It wouldn’t stop ringing, because it was me. “Good morning, Harry! Do you feel like running today?”
“Who is this?”
“‘Cause if I was you, I’d run like hell.”
“Who is this!” Harry was getting angry, which I thought was fine, and seriously funny.
“Look at the ammo stockpile, Harry. Then, run like hell.”
Harry looked, and saw the IED sitting on top of two hundred boxes of AR-15 shells. The IED had a large LED clock on it, that read 10, and started counting down.
“Time to run, Harry.”
“I’ll get you for this!”
“Harry, that’s what everyone says. Now shut up, and run.”
Harry ran from his work shed just as the IED went off. Followed by several thousand rounds of ammo that effectively blew his shed to hell, AR-15s and all.
I spoke on his phone once more, “Told you to run, Harry. You should listen to me.”
Harry hugged the dirt, and screamed into his phone, “Whoever you are! I’ll get you! You’ll see!”
“Oh, Harry. Do you remember Michelle?”
He didn’t answer.
“I be expecting you, Harry.”
I hung up.
I finally got around to writing part 16 of the Armor 17 story I started way back in Week 239 of #ThursThreads. I really should write more. It’s Week 288 of #ThursThreads, hosted by Siobhan Muir. Please go read all the entries in this week’s #ThursThreads. They are always fun to read.