The Easy Way
I didn’t remember practicing my circle spins, yet my head was swimmy. The back of my neck throbbed. I tried to rub it only to discover that I couldn’t move my hands! Paralyzed! At least that’s what I thought but I soon discovered that in fact, my hands and feet had just been tied to a chair. Tightly. Too tightly. This was a professional rope job. I was groggy but I tried to think – had I wronged a cowboy? I tried to make out where I was but an incredibly bright light was obstructing my view and not helping my swimmy head at all.
A man’s voice called out from the area beyond the light – “So, here we are.” He had an accent as thick as my Aunt Minnie’s calves. I tried to place his speech but it was unique, somewhere between Pepe le Pew gargling and everyone’s Uncle’s Italian Restaurant W...