Hammering the Bored

“I have problems,” he says “Oh yeah?” I say, “Tell me.” “My wife is driving me crazy,” he says “You should fuck her more,” I say “She doesn’t like to fuck,” he says “You should tell her to get a hobby,” I say “I also hate my job,” he says “You should quit and beContinue reading “Hammering the Bored”

Back on Earth

~Part Nine~ You are close enough, you decide. You wait. The men share a glance between themselves. The larger man returns to the truck and sits inside, behind the wheel. He waits. The first man walks to the back of the vehicle, which must apparently be empty and open. The man confirms this by droppingContinue reading “Back on Earth”

Back on Earth

~Part Eight~ You make a decision. You move one foot, then another. The grass is pressed down in twin footprints where you were standing. The new grass is cool on your feet as you walk toward the road. “That’s right,” says the first man. The second man has yet to make a sound save hisContinue reading “Back on Earth”

Back on Earth

~Part Seven~ You don’t move. You wait. The other door of the truck opens, and the second man steps onto the road. He is larger. You cannot see his face. Leaving the door open and the truck’s engine running, the second man walks around the front of the vehicle. He stops to stand between theContinue reading “Back on Earth”

Back on Earth

~Part Six~ The man ducks his head back inside the truck. You notice for the first time that the man is wearing a baseball cap. You vaguely know what baseball is, but you’re not sure. Presently however, you can’t devote any attention to attempting to remember baseball, you are too consumed with trying to hearContinue reading “Back on Earth”

Back on Earth

~Part Five~ “Hello,” you say. A moment, then the man calls back. “Are you all right?” You think about the question. Are you all right? Are you? The query confounds you. You look down at your hands, as thought they might be holding some answer. Before you can say anything in response, “Do you wanna lift?”Continue reading “Back on Earth”

Back on Earth

~Part Four~ You don’t move. The truck comes to a stop. The door opens, and a man gets out. You know it is a man. You know the difference between woman and man. The man is hidden in shadow and a hundred paces away from you, and you cannot see him very well. But, itContinue reading “Back on Earth”

Back on Earth

~Part Three~ You hear a sound. It is small, far off. You listen. You know the difference between hearing and listening. The sound you hear is that of an automobile’s engine. Most likely a truck, for the distant drone is deep, low. A guttural growl, instead of a car’s comparatively angelic hum. You know cars,Continue reading “Back on Earth”

Back on Earth

~Part Two~ You look up at the stars. You attempt to orient yourself by them, because you have that vague idea the stars are formed into figures called constellations, but you then realize you don’t know enough about these constellations to chart any kind of course. Then another thought comes, and you stop thinking ofContinue reading “Back on Earth”

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