Jeux Novels & Stories

Jonah mocked humorously. The guy knew how to play with fire, I will certainly give him that one, but he was playing a game he would eventually lose and he wouldn't like the outcome at the end of that loss. Because the only way this game was going to end was with his death. It only seemed fitting for it to end that way.

Seizing the moment, I deliver a brutal knee to his family jewels. As his grip falters, I lunge for my fallen piece. Time slows to a crawl as I grasp the familiar grip, spin around, and pull the trigger. The deafening bang is followed by a spray of warm, sticky blood across my face. The sharp, tangy scent of metal fills my nostrils, sending a shiver of exhilaration down my spine.

I'll have to take her word for it. "Ooh! I want a giant churro!" Geni says and practically bounces into the vender line. "You want one?" "Sure, as long as they have margaritas, too." She snorts. "It's a soccer game. Of course there are margaritas." As we wait, I keep people-watching. I've never seen so many flags and foam fingers and noisemakers in my life. The sound is almost deafening. I lean over. "Is it always this loud?" I yell in her ear.

Let the game begin. --

"I have no problem with it at all. It'll be my pleasure to hang out with the two of you today." Both of them beam smiles at me, and I wonder what in the fuck I did in another life to get this kind of chance. Three years ago I wouldn't have wanted it, but something tells me today's gonna be a good time. ******* "You wanna play a game?" "I'm not good at them," Riley observes the row of carnival games. There's some of those balloons you shoot water into and milk bottles that you throw a ball at. "I have pretty good aim." Not trying to brag, but I do. "Which do you think? Balloon or ball?"

She looked out at the flowers in brilliant bloom, at the peacocks strutting across the lawns, the blue arc of the sky and the stunning turquoise sea. Soon the rainy season would come to Vancouver, it's chilly southeasterly gales stripping the trees of leaves. People would be scurrying about under a forest of umbrellas where, just few weeks before, they'd been lying on the beaches taking in the last of summer's sunshine. "No," she said. "I'm happy to be here."