Zanzibar hopped into the car and headed up the coast. Yesterday he’d been fired, for nothing really, he told himself. X’rays revealed a tumor so he used it as an excuse for his behavior. Winding down the lonely road, he smiled and thought of Clover, the dunderheaded dog behind the factory. Very stupid, but oh so brave. Undoubtedly he should have taken the dog, but they kicked him out fast, only gave him time to clear his locker. Trash talk, that was all. Seriously, why had Blakely looked so appalled?
Really, who takes jokes literately? Quite the moron and he hadn’t been the only one. Proud of his little ditties and songs, Zan had made a poster and hung it in the break room. Oops! No way he could have known Blakely or Singleton had minorities in their families. Maybe he should have kept his mouth shut, but he’d never been too good with that. Lazy, his dad said, too lazy to think, to stop and think about other folks. Kendall had torn down the poster, ripped it into tiny pieces and shoved it in his face. Jackass!
If they had only asked, he would have explained about the tumor and he wasn’t responsible. He huffed out a breath and tapped his fingers on the steering wheel, thoughts all jumbled. Granted, they were all a bunch of idiots and he’d hated the job, so why should he care. Free now to roam, to drive and explore and be himself. Even his dad was mad at him as well.
Directly around the next bend, the ocean came into view, vast, blue and gorgeous. Craving fish now, he checked gps for the nearest sea food restaurant. Battered fried shrimp and maybe some lobsters rolls would be good. All thoughts ceased when he drove off the cliff, distracted by a bodacious babe in a bikini.