Rorty: Part 3
By Mark Quinn
Rorty Part 3.
“Why you looking so shocked Christian? Have you never seen a wooden spoon before. A walking, talking ordinary wooden spoon?”
Christian scrambles to his feet.
“No, I mean yes, but your face!”
Christian edges closer.
“What’s wrong with my face?”
“Well, you look evil. Tormented.”
The wooden spoon moves fast and quick right up to Christian’s face.
“My face looks evil, well I’ll show you fucking ev…now, now Christian my friend,” says the wooden spoon, backing off in between the boxes of stock and calming his voice down.
“I do look a bit nasty, but Christian my friend, this day will be a day to remember for you and me and we can become great friends.”
Christian leans on the boxes of stock. “Ok, that sound interesting, I’m definitely flabbergasted that I’m talking to a wooden spoon.”
“I’m not just any wooden spoon, I’m Rorty the wooden spoon and I’m at your service.”
Christian stands up straight and looks around to make sure nobody is watching.
“You’re at my service? You’re like a genie?”
“Sort of, well yes, I’m a genie and I can make you wealthy my friend. I can make you wealthy for when you retire.”
Christian’s face lights up.
“You can make me wealthy? Well now you’re talk… hang on how do you know I’m retiring?”
“Christian I know everything about you, you live alone, your wife left you for another man, your children don’t visit, you drink too much…”
Christian looks shocked.
“Ok, you don’t need to go on. So, you can make me rich can you? Go on genie, make me rich and I can get out of this job.”
Rorty gives a menacing smile.
“Hang on soldier, not so quick, you need to do something for me, then I will grant you one wish and then you can be wealthy.”
Christian can see money all around him.
“I’m in, what do you want from me?”
Rorty smiles.
“Blood, Christian. I want you to spill blood. I need you to kill the sales woman in the bedroom department. I want her dead Christian.”
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