And After that…Part 2

Howdy Scribes!

Sorry for the delay in the next posting of After That, after your submissions the winning choice was for our intrepid ring raider to brave the sewers, lets see how it goes then shall we?


And After That…Part 2

He climbs.  He doesn’t know if it’s him or Jose Cuervo steering the wheel but regardless the descent is into not so much madness but more of a slunky slosh of shit and other biohazards meant to be anywhere else but his shoes.  Maybe it was something else, maybe it was his love for Lisa, but as much as he boasted affections in dark corners of their apartment, slugging a finger up and down her cheek between sips of wine, he was never much of a shower, but ten parts a teller.  There was no light except the steadily dimming glow of his cell phone’s LED draining from the thirty percent he tried to ignore, but the loud shattering sound from the depths sent cracks throughout him that snatched at his attention.


He took a breath in and immediately wanted to claw out the nose hairs that harbored the smells of everyone’s excrement so sternly. He found himself in a story he’d never known his life was ready to write.  He was being, perhaps, a tad melodramatic.


She’s waiting for me. He made himself remember, the thought latching to his arms like a marionette and he spiritedly shifted his sleeves upward.  He dove his arms into the muck that sploshed sweetly, bits of peanuty chips milkily splattering across his face, into his beard and gliding down with the sweat above his brow.  No ring. 



Chekov’s sound fights to clip the marionette strings he’d made for himself but he doesn’t let it.   He was an emphatically normal man.  He was ready to leave.  He was not ready to be the cautionary tale of the hazards of illegally sneaking through Columbus Ohio sewers after midnight.  The choice was clear, he thought, the choice was to be the man he was mediocrely meant to be, or at least it was.



Sonuvabitch. The word echoed through his everything, wrapped in the wary wails of a little girl as he contemplated the pitfalls of being a someone, and after that…?



So, what happens after that…?

1.  Photo (6)

2.  Photo (8)

3. Photo (7)

Check back next week for the next installment, and make sure to leave your choice in the comments!


About CJE

I'm a writer from Columbus, OH. @CJEskew
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One Response to And After that…Part 2

  1. bethsmash says:

    Only a schmuck walks away from girlish cries for help. #3!

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