Chuck’s challenge this week is to run for 100 words – no more. Now, I pass it on to you, the intrepid writers out there. 100 words. No more.
“Just shut up and drink it,” Drake said, pointing at the glass filled with green liquid on the wooden table.
“No,” I said. “It looks disgusting. Besides, I’m Jewish. I don’t drink non-kosher shit like that.”
“Fine, then just picture it made with holy water and Body of Christ,” he said. “There’s something you’re not telling me, and I need to know.”
“Doesn’t work like that,” I said. I paused and rethought. “Fine. You wanna know?”
I tipped the drink back and spat it in his face.
Drake’s face smoked melted. He howled in pain.
“I’m a god,” I said.