Tuesday Tales - Fudge

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We are back with Ezekiel Hallow in Featherweight (Hallow Brothers 6). This week’s word prompt is “fudge”.
**Warning - There is adult situations and adult language.**
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Ezekiel shook as he drove onto the bridge after Dakota. It was irrational. He knew it but he couldn’t stop imagining the thing collapsing with him on it. His heart plummeted into the pit of his stomach. He whimpered as the other side grew closer. He was going to die here. He knew it.
He muttered the word “fuck” repeatedly as the tires crept across the bridge. As they landed safely on the opposite side, he let out his breath in a long, slow whistle.
“So how big was it?” Josiah questioned.
“How big was what?” Ezekiel countered. He cringed. There was a definite girl like squeak in his voice.
“The bridge. You only act like a fucking chicken when you are up high somewhere. I’m assuming since you’re driving, it was a bridge.”
“It was huge.” Ezekiel put as much emphasis on the word “huge” as he could.
“Zeke, bro. You’re going to have to get over that.”
“When you get over your fear of spiders, I will.”
“I live in the forest. I have.”
“I legit never have seen a werewolf jump like when you saw that daddy longlegs when we changed last month. I didn’t even notice it on that tree stump until you were mid air and puffed out like a ball of fur. How high did you go? Five feet?”
“Do you have anything more to report?”
“No, big brother. I’m good.”
“Try not to get killed, okay?”
“I will do my best.”
“Later.”
“Later.”
Ezekiel tapped the screen on his screen then returned his attention to the highway. The emerald colored hills gave way to fields of fudge colored turned over soil dotted with the green of the upcoming crop. It wasn’t long before those surrendered to rows and rows of suburban houses.
Ezekiel smiled as the hint of the Nashville skyline came into view. He swerved his truck behind Dakota’s bike as they merged onto the busy interstate traffic. His heart tightened in his chest as a sports car narrowly missed her. After shouting a string of curse words that would have made Momma wash his mouth out with soap, he vowed to himself to figure out a solution to the truck and motorcycle issue.