Story 29 of 100

Elena Tucker
6 min readMar 16
Photo by Martin Zangerl on Unsplash

The Hawaiian Job.

Brian sat at the hotel bar, overlooking the resort swimming pool, the beach, and the ocean beyond. He took another swig from his third sweet and strong Mai Tai.

“Don’t move,” he heard the soft whisper behind his right ear. He froze.

Slap! The sting of the palm on his neck rang out.

Elena Tucker

Writer and storyteller, immigrant, wife, mom, knitter, collector of jokes, lover of cheap, sweet wine.