Post by The Hannahverser on Apr 20, 2016 15:31:27 GMT
“Open it.” Its deep, pitch-modulated voice rumbled out from the cellular phone’s speaker into the wide-open field in the middle of the afternoon sun sounding like an analog tape slowed down, had lost its batteries, but refused to die. Jerry Simons wasn't positive how, but he was certain there was some sort of voice modulator embedded in that mask. He ruminated on the mechanics of it as he held the phone out in one hand, while he used the other to lift the hem of his dirt-caked white t-shirt and wiped the sweat from his brow.
Deus didn’t like the sun. So it made sense for Jerry to do the digging with the shovel he’d stolen from the farmhouse that overlooked this field. He took a breather outside the hole he’d dug, but his eyes never wavered from the large trunk he’d unearthed thanks to Deus’ careful guidance, having buried it sometime before.
Jerry squinted in the sun out into the field wondering at the cell phone’s reception way out here, wondered where exactly Deus was located, then looked back at the trunk and found his way back into the hole to open it.
“Holy hell,” Jerry breathed, almost hyper-ventilated at the wide-eyed sight of it all stacked inside the trunk haphazardly as he fell back on his knees. “H-how much is in here?”
“Enough.”
Wads and loose cash caught in Jerry’s hands and threatened to spill over the sides having never seen so much money in his life.
“It’s yours, Jerry.”
“No way…”
His heart pounded. He ran his fingers along the tips, feathered and fanned it across his face as though transported to some place he’d never been and was decidedly more heavenly than here. Was he dreaming? Jerry sat back and looked bewildered. The rumble of thunder startled him back to the here and now.
“Right on cue.” Deus’ voice seemed to smile over the phone at the sound of the weather.
“It was a sunny a minute ago...” Jerry frowned.
“The sun has no place in my kingdom.”
"You're saying you caused this?"
"Who else."
"H-how?"
Lightning flashed unexpectedly, the wind picked up. Jerry watched a hundred dollar bill blow away into the field and furiously closed the lid of the trunk with his body weight to save the rest of them. He licked his lips, eyes searching frantically for a present something, anything, that wasn’t there, and in a moment of panic realized he didn’t know how he was going to get the money out of this hole. Rain plopped loudly in individual drops into the nearby dirt. Jerry turned to be startled by the looming figure standing over him in the hole.
“Holy… Holy shit. Where did you get all this money?!” Jerry exclaimed, looking up at Deus offhandedly as he collected his phone off the ground, wiping it on his shirt and slipped it into his pocket.
“It doesn’t matter. They no longer need it.”
Jerry gulped, and turned back to the chest. His initial concerns dissipating as he recollected all that was inside. A grin overtook his dirty face and ushered him towards the handles of the trunk and started lugging it from the hole. Deus stood aside in stoic repose as the sky continued to darken. Parked behind him, evidently when Jerry had lost himself in the greed orgasm reserved for those who remember having nothing and suddenly getting everything, was the stolen Dodge Ram Jerry had hot-wired himself at Deus' request.
Motivated by sheer giddiness, Jerry loaded the heavy trunk of who knows how much money Deus had willingly bequeathed to him onto the flatbed and closed it with a hardy slam.
“Chattanooga awaits, Jerry.” Deus moved towards the passenger side of the vehicle. Jerry felt stiffness enter his muscles finally from his labor.
“What are we gonna do with it all, Deus?” They both climbed into the car.
“First I’ll need a camera.”
Jerry had gotten over the oddity of seeing the perennially masked figure sitting beside him like it were any other car ride with the best friend he’d never had along for the road trip. He smiled with gleeful, anticipatory excitement. They had a trunk full of cash, and Deus, Jerry figured, was never short of a plan.
“Well, all right!”
Jerry started the ignition, the car in drive and floored the gas to ensure the truck made ruts that would later confound the owner of that field only slightly less than the hole that had been mysteriously dug on his property, and only slightly less than the wonderment that would go into hazarding guesses as to what had been buried there unbeknownst to him.
Deus didn’t like the sun. So it made sense for Jerry to do the digging with the shovel he’d stolen from the farmhouse that overlooked this field. He took a breather outside the hole he’d dug, but his eyes never wavered from the large trunk he’d unearthed thanks to Deus’ careful guidance, having buried it sometime before.
Jerry squinted in the sun out into the field wondering at the cell phone’s reception way out here, wondered where exactly Deus was located, then looked back at the trunk and found his way back into the hole to open it.
“Holy hell,” Jerry breathed, almost hyper-ventilated at the wide-eyed sight of it all stacked inside the trunk haphazardly as he fell back on his knees. “H-how much is in here?”
“Enough.”
Wads and loose cash caught in Jerry’s hands and threatened to spill over the sides having never seen so much money in his life.
“It’s yours, Jerry.”
“No way…”
His heart pounded. He ran his fingers along the tips, feathered and fanned it across his face as though transported to some place he’d never been and was decidedly more heavenly than here. Was he dreaming? Jerry sat back and looked bewildered. The rumble of thunder startled him back to the here and now.
“Right on cue.” Deus’ voice seemed to smile over the phone at the sound of the weather.
“It was a sunny a minute ago...” Jerry frowned.
“The sun has no place in my kingdom.”
"You're saying you caused this?"
"Who else."
"H-how?"
Lightning flashed unexpectedly, the wind picked up. Jerry watched a hundred dollar bill blow away into the field and furiously closed the lid of the trunk with his body weight to save the rest of them. He licked his lips, eyes searching frantically for a present something, anything, that wasn’t there, and in a moment of panic realized he didn’t know how he was going to get the money out of this hole. Rain plopped loudly in individual drops into the nearby dirt. Jerry turned to be startled by the looming figure standing over him in the hole.
“Holy… Holy shit. Where did you get all this money?!” Jerry exclaimed, looking up at Deus offhandedly as he collected his phone off the ground, wiping it on his shirt and slipped it into his pocket.
“It doesn’t matter. They no longer need it.”
Jerry gulped, and turned back to the chest. His initial concerns dissipating as he recollected all that was inside. A grin overtook his dirty face and ushered him towards the handles of the trunk and started lugging it from the hole. Deus stood aside in stoic repose as the sky continued to darken. Parked behind him, evidently when Jerry had lost himself in the greed orgasm reserved for those who remember having nothing and suddenly getting everything, was the stolen Dodge Ram Jerry had hot-wired himself at Deus' request.
Motivated by sheer giddiness, Jerry loaded the heavy trunk of who knows how much money Deus had willingly bequeathed to him onto the flatbed and closed it with a hardy slam.
“Chattanooga awaits, Jerry.” Deus moved towards the passenger side of the vehicle. Jerry felt stiffness enter his muscles finally from his labor.
“What are we gonna do with it all, Deus?” They both climbed into the car.
“First I’ll need a camera.”
Jerry had gotten over the oddity of seeing the perennially masked figure sitting beside him like it were any other car ride with the best friend he’d never had along for the road trip. He smiled with gleeful, anticipatory excitement. They had a trunk full of cash, and Deus, Jerry figured, was never short of a plan.
“Well, all right!”
Jerry started the ignition, the car in drive and floored the gas to ensure the truck made ruts that would later confound the owner of that field only slightly less than the hole that had been mysteriously dug on his property, and only slightly less than the wonderment that would go into hazarding guesses as to what had been buried there unbeknownst to him.