Low Tide

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The police said “that it looked similar to cocaine and they probably thought they’d hit the big time.” Nathan stood in front of the TV cameras and pleaded with the burglars: “please return the cremated remains of my sister. She died three years ago.”

The next morning the bullet-riddled corpse of a drug dealer named Hoochie Pevens was found on the beach. The cardboard box was there too; about half of Gertrude’s ashes remained. and there was this note. It said: “Hooche sold us the bogus blow, so we wasted Hoochie. Sorry we snorted your sister. No hard feelings. Have a nice day.”

20 thoughts on “Low Tide

  1. Nothing like a good laugh to start out the day. We found the cremated remains of a former owner when we bought our first house. We left her when we moved after 28 years but I think the new owners were going to take her to a local mortuary. Needless to say, we did not sniff or inhale. ๐Ÿ™‚

    janet

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