Vincent looked down the rock strewn hill. “C’mon. This isn’t funny anymore.”
Marcus slipped another tire over Vincent’s head. The stack was up to his chin now.
“I don’t want to do this. Take them off,” Vincent whimpered.
“Too late to back out now.”
“No, it isn’t. Let’s just roll them down the hill.”
“That’s exactly what I plan on doing.” Marcus grinned and tossed the last tire onto the stack.
Vincent screamed and pleaded. When Marcus pulled the top tire off the stack Vincent was crying.
“You should have seen your face!” Marcus laughed and pulled another tire off.
Written for Friday Fictioneers.
I was going to have him stumble and fall down the hill, but that felt too obvious, and not every story has to end with death. Don’t worry. I’m sure Vincent will pay Marcus back for the cruel joke someday. It’s kind of their thing.
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