Chore
This week's @galladrabbles prompt comes from @lupeloto. This is a continuation of my serial story, No Sleep 'Til Nashville.
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Man, this passenger could talk. Ian heard an hour’s worth of Milkovich family crimes.
Milkovich.
Ian didn’t know the guy’s first name. Only how passionate he was, the excitement in his voice.
“So Iggy launched the box of M-80s into the river, right, and this long-legged yahoo waltzes up.” Milkovich paused. “Wait, did you just yawn? If it’s such a chore to listen, I can fuckin’ stop.”
Ian made eye contact in the rearview mirror. “I was promised murder. A boyfriend.”
Milkovich slunk in his seat. “Keith.” All his passion faded to pain. “Yeah … guess I can talk about him.”









