The Boat
Written by Kenny Porter
P.J. Combs was being stalked by a very determined speedboat. He didn’t like it one bit. Anyone close enough to P.J. could see the beads of sweat glisten off his forehead as he hurried across the sidewalk. But no one could miss the small floating speedboat that bobbed along behind him.
“Something bothering you, P.J.?”
“Looks like you’re in a jam there, Peej.”
“Maybe you should talk to someone, P.J.”
Each passerby on Weston Street had their two cents about the situation. All P.J. wanted was to get to his apartment, lock the door, and forget about the whole thing.
Sweat pooled in P.J.’s dollar store socks and his shoes squeaked on the pavement. The sound stopped abruptly when he reached a red light. His fingers tapped on his pants impatiently as he waited for the light to change.
A sharp pain struck him in the back.