“Hell of a view,” said Jig, holding a screaming Fontaine by one leg. “Romantic, even. Wouldn’t you agree, boss?”
Fontaine kicked and cursed.
“Don’t make us drag you back into your loft kicking and screaming. We might drop you.”
To illustrate Jig’s threat, Wedge briefly let go of Fontaine’s other leg, but caught it again. He was barely paying attention. The view from Fontaine’s loft in the Hills really was something. The sun was low, bathing the sky pink and orange, clouds sailing lazily by, beams of sunlight piercing through and illuminating the treetops in the distance.
“You know who I am!” Fontaine wailed.
“And who’s that, again?” Jig asked. “Jasmine the seer? Joanna the mob boss? Janine Fontaine the Hollywood method actress darling?”
Fontaine’s shoe slipped off, tumbling all the way down the Hills onto a distant winding road.
“Uh oh, Cinderella, you lost your shoe. Maybe your prince will come and save you from these two wetworkers you tried to buy with fake fucking money.”
“I’ll get you the money! The real money! I–I have a safe in the back of my fridge. Same combo as my address–please!”
“Wow, is that the truth? For once? Or are you going for an Oscar this year?”
“No, it’s the truth! The–fucking truth! Look for yourself, oh Jesus–”
“You got her, right?” Jig asked.
Wedge grunted a nod.
Jig let Fontaine go. She slid down a bit, but Wedge held firm.
“That’s why they call you Wedge,” Jig said.
Wedge vocalized a question mark.
“Nothing. Just punning to myself. Back in a jif.”
Fontaine pleaded some more. Tried to make some deals. Said Wedge could have all the money if he just let her live.
From inside, through the sliding doors of the balcony, Jig called, “The wheel of fortune is spun, old chap. And we hit the merry jackpot.”
“See? Now let me up!” said Fontaine.
“Your next movie role–playing a suicidal woman, yes?” said Wedge.
“Awfully committed, aren’t you?”
A falling star creased the sky. It really was a beautiful landscape.
Today’s three prompt categories were, “Jig and Wedge,” “Wheel of fortune,” and, “Romantic landscape.”
After using the name Fontaine in my first Jig and Wedge story, I remembered later that I’d used it before, in my 9th prompt about the method actress embodying her role, and throwing fake money around. I figured it naturally led to this outcome.