(Glossary at end.)
The airborne torture chamber’s grinders muscle back and we’re targetin’ squash city.
I button down the gazers and knuckle it as the balloons hit terra firma. Sky-splittin’ sparklers splatter on my TV screen as I add to the carbon monoxide.
I grab my cowhide and lead the stampede to the air vent. I do an over-the-shoulder and spot the bag in the studded rubber soles walkin’ behind me with Johnnie Pickles in tow. Now I get that they and the gray cream lapper were not Valium visions. I gotta ask, were Belinda and the pin-stripes in on this caper or is it personal? Either way, I got me a major prob.
(Click to catch up on Sammy, the Gat.)
add to the carbon monoxide: v. hyperventilate. airborne torture chamber: n. airplane.
air vent: n. exit. bag: n. old woman. balloons: n. tires.
button down the gazers: v. close eyes. cowhide: n. suitcase. cream lapper: n. cat.
do an over-the-shoulder: v. glance. grinder: n. engine.
knuckle it: v. grab arm rests. pin-stripes: n. bossmen. rubber soles: n. sneakers.
sky-splitting sparklers: n. fireworks. squash city: n. the ground.
(Photo by Lora Mitchell, Friday Fictioneers, January 4, 2013.)
vb's reverbs 
Love the language. Ya gotta have sympathy for this guy.
Thanks, Lynn–I fear Sammy’s trials have just begun. Stay tuned.
Poor Sammy, he’s always got problems. 🙂
They’re bound to get worse what with the mob, the Feebs and an international twist in his future.
Oh oh, Sammy is going to be busy it seems.