Friday, March 18, 2011

#FlashFriday - Don Makes A Deal

Don shook the bottle next to his ear, listened to the sharp crackling within. He frowned then and looked across the table.

“Ain’t much in here, hombre. Maybe just one pill.”

In the other chair, the Mexican smiled. His teeth were long and yellow, and he chewed on a thin cigar. Guessing by the sheen of the man’s hair, Don suspected it had been days since the last bathing. Still, underneath the tattered denim jacket, the man wore a gold necklace and a white shirt, the collars starched and knifing down.

“For what you need, señor…” The man looked left, then right around the plaza. Like it really mattered. Here in the border town, where a man could locate "dancing girls" who'd spend a couple hours with him for fifty dollars, nobody cared, not even the so-called federales. “I think one will be enough.”

Don looked at the tangerine colored bottle. The label looked professional enough. There was even the obligatory governmental caution prohibiting the transfer of this drug to any person other than the patient for whom prescribed. Which was funny because looking at the name again Don had never thought of himself as an Ignacio Inés. Not in a million years. And even though the pill was indeed a drug, it was neither the drug labeled nor a drug that a doctor would prescribe. Not any doctor he knew, at least.

He placed the bottle down on the table. Only one pill. Really, though, exactly how much did he need? It wasn’t like he was a doctor. He thought about Gladys back in the States, the constant badgering, the bird-dogging. Good Lord, not even his own kids could look at him with respect anymore. Last week, after she'd walked into the office to chew him out, he finally told himself it was enough. A man can only take so much.

He glanced back across the table and hoped the Mexican was right.

“How much?”

10 comments:

  1. Great descriptions. I felt like I was on Revolution Boulevard. Not sure what the pill might be though. I thought maybe Viagara because of the stuff with Gladys, but I'm wild guessing. Poison?

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  2. Thanks, Harry. And, yeah, ol' Don is about to fix Gladys up a deadly dose of poison.

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  3. Had to run over it twice before I gleaned what he was getting the pills for. Thought it was Spanish Fly initially, and then something much worse. Poison ho!

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  4. I guess everyone has a breaking point. Looks like Don has reached his. Great story! I really liked the ending.

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  5. Good atmosphere and scenery, I guessed that it was probably poison, but until I read the comments I wasn't sure if it was for Gladys, or if he had had enough of life, and was buying the pill for himself.

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  6. All along I wondered about the pill, but once he mentioned Gladys and then chewing him out at the office, i immediately inferred it was poison for her.

    I liked the little details--collar, hair, tangerine bottle.

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  7. Good story! As others said, in my first read through I thought it was something "fun." Read it again and realized, yeah, not so "fun."

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  8. I wasn't sure if he was buying Viagra until I saw it was something no doctor would prescribe. Guessing it must be powerful stuff if he only needs the one!

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  9. I wondered for a bit if it was for himself but it sounds like Gladys needs it more.

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  10. Great almosphere here; I really feel part of this conversation. Love the mexican dealer- he feels very real.

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