MrSwirlee

Mike Faricy Mr. Swirlee To Teresa “The pretty girl took the soldier’s hand, and for the first time, in a very, very long time, he felt safe.” Mike Faricy Mr. Swirlee: Case 2 Chapter One “What did they do?” Mr. Swirlee screamed, his bald head immediately went from beet red to dark purple. “You idiot. Did you hear anything I said? They tried to kill me for God’s sake.” His real name was Weldon Swirlmann. Although he insisted I call him Mr. Swirlee. Screaming made him even more red-faced than normal. His crimson face was propped up on the pile of starched white hospital pillows. Blips on the monitor screens arranged alongside his bed jumped accordingly with every outburst. “I’m telling ya, they wanted to murder me. Only those brats showing up on their bikes stopped things from getting any worse.” “What did the police say?” I asked. “The cops, you gotta be kidding. You think I trust them? They were probably in on the deal, the bastards,” he screamed. Beep, beep, beep, beep, beep. One of the monitors had now switched to alarm mode. “Oh, these goddamned things.” He reached up to yank the ......