“You’re going to do what?” Clare’s voice cracked.
I rubbed the back of my neck. “I signed up for that reality game show, Can You Last? Sort of a play on Survivor, but kicked up a notch.”
“I know what it is; it’s suicide!” Clare put her hand to her throat. “Why? Why would you do it?”
I shook my head. “It was a mistake; a blunder on Henry’s part. You know what a crappy agent he is.“
“If he screwed it up, then he can fix it!”
“Honey, he can’t! You sign that contract in blood. It’s not—”
“But what do you have to do?” she interrupted, her voice shaking. “Is it on a raft like those horrible cannibals last season?”
I shook my head, swallowing hard. “No. It’s in the desert.” The image of being chased through sand dunes by herds of rabid camels came unbidden to my mind. If they caught you, they’d trample you then spit on your mutilated carcass. Clare didn’t need to know those details.
Clare gripped her forehead, tears standing in her eyes. “I’m going to mistakenly run Henry over with the Hummer. Ooops. I blundered. Sorry, my bad.”
“If I survive, we’ll do it together, honey, I promise.”
For Flash! Friday challenge using word / theme blunder and the photo prompt.