Winslow’s Fool

Winslow’s Fool

Happy April Fools’ Day to you all.  I hope you’re having a happy and fun day.  It’s been a while since I’ve shared with you.  I thought in honor of the day, I would give you another installment of the Mysterious O’Malley Brothers.  Winslow is having an interesting time.  Read below for more.  Have a great week and please jump in and add to the story.  The more the merrier!

Happy Writing,



Muffled voices poked into Winslow’s consciousness like bees buzzing around his head.  He tried to concentrate on the voices, but pain kept shooting through his head like lightening bolts.  His throat burned but no less than his nostrils.  It started to come back to him slowly.  I got into a cab, except…except what?  He couldn’t quite remember.  He tried to open his eyes, but the light forced them shut again.

            “I told you he was going to be trouble.” A deep voice said from a distance.

            “I know what you told me; and I told you that we need him.  At least for now.  After we get what we came here for, then you can do with him what you please.  But for now I call the shots.  Don’t forget it.” A sultry female voice barked back.

            Winslow’s feet and hands were bound together, like a pig ready for slaughter.  He lay on a cold, damp, concrete floor with his back against a wall.

            A gun, a cab and then something over my mouth.  He pictured the events in his mind like a slide show.  He had just left the hotel room where he left Niki sleeping peacefully.  Beautiful Niki.  I really have to end it with her.  He just couldn’t bring himself to let her go.

            He remembered the elevator; and the drop.  Like clockwork.  He was supposed to meet his brothers at the Dug Out.  He hailed a cab.  That’s where it all went wrong.  He remembered the chloroformed rag pressing against his face.

            This is a fine mess you’ve gotten yourself into, Winslow.  Now what?

            “I think he’s coming to.  Put him in that chair.” The woman ordered.

            Someone with the strength of an ox pulled Winslow up by his arms.  He staggered trying to gain his footing.  He was pushed into a chair.  The chair rocked as if it was about to topple over, but it steadied just in time.

            Winslow felt a soft touch pulling his face toward the ceiling.  He saw the silhouette of a female face against the light.

            “Well, Mr. O’Malley, nice of you to join us.  I trust you feel well.” The woman said sardonically.

            “Who are you?” Winslow managed weakly.

            “Ah, I’m hurt, Winslow.  You don’t remember me?”

            “You’ll forgive me, but I’m a little foggy at the moment.  I can’t imagine why.”  Winslow may have been weakened but his knack sarcasm was not.

            “You’re a strong man, Winslow.  This is just a temporary setback.  You’ll be back to your old self in no time.”

            Winslow’s eyes finally adjusted to the light.  The woman came into focus.  He couldn’t believe his eyes.  He shook his head as if to clear his head.  He had not recognized her voice, but he recognized her face.  I must by hallucinating.  She was dressed in a tight fitting black jumpsuit and high top leather boots.  Her Angelina Jolie style outfit fit covered her perfect body like a coat of shiny paint.  Her long black hair was pulled back into a sleek ponytail.  Her ruby red lips smiled at him and her deep brown eyes twinkled.

            “Hi baby, it’s been a long time.”  She leaned in a kissed him long and hard on the lips.

            When she pulled away Winslow was speechless, which didn’t happen often.  He starred at her in disbelief.

            “Sasha? What are you doing inL.A.?  What are you doing in the States?”  And then as an afterthought.  “Cut me loose!”

            “What’s the matter, baby?  Didn’t you find my little April Fools’ joke funny?”

            “No.  As a matter of fact, it kind of sucks.  I have a killer ass headache, my body hurts from lying on the cold, hard floor and you made me miss an appointment with my brothers.  So no. I don’t think it’s funny.”

            “Cut him loose, Sam.  He’s going to be a child.” She frowned and motioned for the burly ox to cut him free.  Winslow stood and with one swift stroke Winslow’s hands were freed and then another quick swipe his feet were free as well.  Winslow looked for blood, but was relieved to see none.

            Winslow rubbed the circulation back into his wrists.  He stared harshly at Sasha.

            “I have to go.  You little hoax is over, Sasha. Bye.” He started walking toward the door.  Sasha caught him arm.

            “Not so, fast, Winslow.  We have some business to take care of first.”

            “What business?” He asked as he turned back to her.

            “I need something back you have of mine.”

            “I don’t have anything that belongs to you.”

            “Yes you do, baby.  Remember Madrid?”

            Winslow thought back to the year before when he was in Madrid.  He smiled slowly as he remembered the hot nights and the long days on the yacht.

            “Yes.  I remember Madrid.  What about it?”

            “Do you remember cutting your foot on the reef?  Do you remember it took a very long time to heal?”

            Winslow thought back.  He had cut his foot on a reef one day while snorkeling.  He remembered Sasha tending to the wound.  He remembered her tending to his other needs as well.  He also remembered that the cut did seem to take an extraordinarily long time to heal.

            “I remember.  What about it?”

            “Well, baby, there was a very good reason why your wound took so long to heal.” She walked to him and stood only inches away.

            He felt the heat of her body as his body began to respond to her familiar closeness.


            “Baby, this is going to hurt me as much as it is you, but we have to cut your foot open.”

            “What the hell are you talking about?” He stepped back in shock at the words.

            “There’s a microchip in your foot that I simply must have back.” Sasha closed the gap that Winslow had just put between them.

            Sam walked up behind Winslow blocking his exit.  Winslow glanced back and the reflection of the knife caught his attention.

            I hope this is another April Fools’ joke.


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  1. Laurie Allen April 1, 2012 at 1:08 pm - Reply

    Enjoyed the April Fools’ episode. Let the venture continue!

  2. Marion Marchetto April 5, 2012 at 3:47 pm - Reply

    Great addition to Winslow’s story! Sorry I couldn’t add more. Really want to though. When my hectic pace slows a bit, I’ll try to jump in.

  3. Tami Parrington June 9, 2012 at 4:14 pm - Reply

    Tammy, Tammy, Tammmmmmy’s in LOOOOOVE.

    Hey, are you related to Billy the Kidd?

    haha, just kidding. Nice reading!

    Tami (too)

    • Tami June 10, 2012 at 9:01 am - Reply

      Tami (too), thank you for stopping by and visiting my site. I’m honored to have another Tami. Glad you liked Winslow’s Fool. It’s a continuation of The Mysterious O’Malley Brothers. A story that visitors can add to, like a round-robin. Feel free to add to the story. Have a great day, Tamiami!

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