Threnody

By Geoffrey Thorne

Pills is a guy with a bad habit. Sharkey's the guy who collects when that habit gets out of hand. When Pills finds a way to settle his debts once and for all there might just be hell to pay.

• Language: English
• Publisher: The Winterman Project
• Release date: Oct 10, 2011
• ISBN: 9781310945755

Geoffrey Thorne

Geoffrey Thorne is a screenwriter, producer, actor, and the author of the Star Trek tie-in novel, Sword of Damocles.

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Threnody

By Geoffrey Thorne

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Copyright © 2011 Geoffrey Thorne

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Threnody

And just what the hell is this supposed to be? said Sharkey.

Okay, actually he bawled it right in Pills’s face, which wouldn’t have been so bad except that it was the last thing he yelled after ten minutes of other screaming which was why Pills gave him the card in the first place. Plus, Sharkey was kind of a mastiff of a guy and had a tendency to spit when he got going which, when it came to Pills, was pretty often.

Complaints, said Pills when Sharkey took a breath to reload.

Complaints? said Sharkey.

Yeah, said Pills, carefully dabbing at his cheek where the saliva had not quite evaporated. Read it.

‘Complaints about Pills,’ said Sharkey, reading slowly. His confusion had turned the hose on his anger and Pills was grateful. He stopped halfway through the number that was stenciled at the bottom of the little white card and looked up. Dude, what the hell?

So Pills told him and then, while Sharkey was chewing the explanation, slipped away.

"Complaint department," said the woman on the other end of the line. She sounded like some weird smelting of Generic 50’s Sitcom Mom #5 and that stripper Sharkey had almost got to meet him for drinks. Mona Lisa. Damn, she was fine. Do you have a complaint?

Uh, yeah, I guess, said Sharkey, suddenly embarrassed and fidgety over even making this stupid call.