Lincoln

"So I said yeah, tuna is fine. And he looks at me real pissed sort and I give him the stare ya know. Ok, then he starts stuffing my sandwich with lettuce and tuna..."

"Hold on. Everyone knows the tuna goes first, then the lettuce."

"Yeah ok, whichever, so he puts the tuna and the lettuce, looks up at..."

"You don't care do you? You know why the tuna goes first?"

"What? No, why...?"

"The lettuce wraps the tuna, so when yer bite, tuna don't spill the fuck outta your face like yer nets broken."

"Ok, so what, i'm telling the story..."

"Nyeh..."

And they go on to argue more about tuna and how they should be caught. Lex, an arms reach away looked sideways at me, obviously uncomfortable. His lips puckered slightly his brow creased in a frown. I quickly looked back at the gate. I cleared my throat.

"He scares me you know. The one with the...."

I pointed to my face and drew a line mimicking a scar.

"....the, you know yeah."

I blinked quickly unsure of what to say. Lex shuffled his feet left and right.

Then Lex spoke.

"Think we should just leave? I'm a bit spooked."

"Thought you'd never say it. But think it's alright? What with the boss coming..."

"I'd say fuck it. He don't even know. And look at the mess."

"Yeah, go, really."

And so they left the two to bicker on and on through the evening as the stink worsened. They looked around for the two that left, but they were no where to be found.

"Lou, we're dead."

"Why, Dan, why? I don't like dead."

"They left."

"Who did?"

"Who the fuck else? The two crazies"

"Where did they go?"

"Oh, yeah, see they went that way then they made a left turn, stood on their hands and did a left tit shimmy. Where did they go, how the fuck would I know that?"

"Oh right. That's a good thing right? They gave me goosebumps."

"No it's not."

"Why?"

"Christ I'm tired. Cause the boss is on the way here and he'll think we did this..."

He waved his hands in front of him at the pile of bodies stuck together, slick, wet, rotting and dirty.