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Michael Thurston Joyriding with Uncle Fatback |
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I wouldnt normally have been out there (joyriding with Uncle Fatback is not my usual idea of fun), but earlier that night Id run into this girl I knew from high school down at the train stationdont ask me what she was doing down there because Im not going to telland after she recognized me, which took a minute, her eyes bleary and bloodshot, she started in like wed just left school and were the best of friends. Well, one thing led to another, as you can imagine, and by the time we were done it was going to be a long walk back to the ranch, so when Uncle Fatback pulled his pickup to the curb and leaned across to open the door for me, I got in and held the bottle. I would have liked to wipe the mouth before I sipped, but Fatback kept watching me. He drove the back streets until it was dark enough to see the burn-off from the gas wells flickering way off against the sky, then he squealed into the Dairy Queen parking lot because nothings better after all that hootch than a Beltbuster and a Dilly Bar. The Dairy Queen was closed, though, so we walked around back to use the wall and thats when we saw it, the creature in the vacant lot. It wasnt like any animal Id seen before. It wasnt well. Seems like wed turned up just in time to see it die. Fatback figured it was an angel or an alien, something fallen from the sky, which just went to show how little he knew about what was going on down at the Base. Once we were sure that it was dead, we didnt have to talk about it and just got down to doing the necessary things. I twisted my ankle hunting for kindling but we finally got a good fire going. Fatback seemed to know when it was done, and if you closed your eyes and swallowed fast, it tasted just like chicken. Michael Thurston lives in Northampton, Mass. His fiction has appeared in Confrontation, Fringe, Quick Fiction, and Southeast Review. Another of his stories appeared in KNOCK 2.2. |
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