The Donkey Curse

Did I forget to mention that it’s Wednesday again? I haven’t mentioned it? Did I miss a memo? You know what Wednesday means right?

Yep, it’s that time again. Time to head over to Indies Unlimited and do the vote thing for your favorite story (Mine right?). As could be expected I took an innocent prompt and warped it. Would you expect anything less of me?

The Donkey Curse

I awoke to find myself sitting in a strange car, surrounded by donkeys.

The Donkey Curse

Photo by K. S. Brooks

Nothing was familiar. I struggled to remember the night before. My mind flooded with nonsensical unrelated images: a bronze medallion, a dark alley, and an old Gypsy woman jabbing a bony finger at me and uttering something…

The worst moment came with my morning cough. Spend some years as a smoker and you can develop quite the hack when you wake up in the morning. But the cough right, it wasn’t really a cough this time. Shocked me so much I fell over.

Imagine my surprise when I tried to stand up, four legs. I counted them again, still four. What the hell did that Gypsy woman say to me?

It was a joke, right, a damn joke. Donny put me up to it. He said the medallion wasn’t worth much to begin with, she wouldn’t be mad after we gave it back.

I remember it now, he stood behind her when she pointed her finger at me. Had a rope ready to go and around my neck in no time. But that can’t be right, how drunk were we last night?

What I needed was a plan. Break out of the car and get back to Donny. I don’t know how but I am sure there is a way to get out of this fix. When the car stops and they open the doors, that’s when I’ll make my move.

Wait, what’s this? The truck is pulling into some factory lot. Of all the places to go why would we end up here?

My chance, they are opening the gate now. A dark tunnel slippery with slime but I can break free at the end I’m sure of it. What’s that coppery smell? And the screams…


You know the drill. Head over to Indies Unlimited and click the vote button. You’ll be glad you did.

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