“Remember Lot’s wife?” Lance asked. He rolled the wire cord out, taking careful steps as he laid it on the ground. “God turned her to salt for lookin’ back.”
“That was Sodom and Gomorra, though, not the bowlin’ alley. You suppose God’d saltify us if we just take a last couple throws?” Despite his reluctance, Drew placed the charge mechanism on the ground and fed in Lance’s wire.
Lance sat down behind the blast shield. “Dunno ’bout that. Place coulda been full of sin.”
Drew nodded. “Boss’ll be mad even if God isn’t. Help me run the final checks.”
This was written for the January 3rd Carrot Ranch prompt – looking back.
Update on the wisdom teeth: trying not to get addicted to opioids, so I’m suffering through on ibuprofen right now. I still can’t feel my lips and part of my tongue, which is weird, and my mouth is so swollen I can hardly talk or eat.