[ WP ] '' It 's no use watering dead flowers ''

The old man stared at Jim for what felt like an eternity. Jim could feel the heat of the gaze from those nearly 3/4 century old eyes. The silence was painful and with every tick of the clock, Jim felt his chances of survival grow ever slimmer. When the old man spoke it was with a harsh rasp. 
 
 `` You fucked up, Jimbo.'' 
 
 Jim nodded his head. There was nothing to say, really. He did fuck up. 
 
 `` We went over it t'ree times. All you had to do was wait for the guys then drive away when they got inda car.'' 
 
 Jim nodded his head and made a motion like he was going to respond to the old man's point. With a quickness the defied his age, the old man put the back of his hand across Jim's mouth. A searing pain entered Jim's head and he winced. The old man settled himself and looked at Jim again. `` What should I do wit' you, Jimbo?'' 
 
 Jim looked dolefully at the old man, who nodded letting Jim know he could speak. Jim stuttered slightly, but managed to find his voice. `` I guess letting me go is out of the question.'' 
 
 Jim looked for a response, but the old man only stared blankly, leaning back in his chair with his hands over his belly. Jim spoke again, `` Could I at least get something to drink?'' 
 
 The old man had no emotion in his voice when he spoke, `` No use watering dead flowers.''
