it began abruptlyhed arrived late
stopped to pickup a dead squirrel off the road one eye popped but not out of its socket
blood coming out of an ear not crushed or exploded he carried it to a grassy culvert at the roads edge There you go he said as he gently laid it down
covered it with a handfuls of fallen red yellowcoloured leaves
STOP Theyre
squirrels
Squirrelly
Whadoncha understand
I’ll slow down but I’m stopping. said the host
he turned to face him squarely Why
Why? Simple. I have places to be.
Places
Youre not pressed to be anywhere yabeen
retired whanow five or is it six years
That makes no matter.
Matter
Youll have to explain why yacant wait a
minutethe fuck Ive stopped for a goodsized
leaf on the road trembled by breeze which ought to indicate that I slowed stopped
well short of it Id just rounded a corner
Despite this enclave being remote
the road is residential the law is twentyfive miles an hour Aint supposed to be a race track
People have places to be.
Lets not do your Worlds spokesman thing
Im talkin to you Im not addressing your
neighbourscant do a gawddamn thing bout their ignorance but I can try to coursecorrect yours
Anywhere you have to be isnt urgent truly significant life or
death
I don’t care. I’m not stopping
for a squirrel.
No
No.
Well evidently when it comes to this yare piece of shit If you thought I antagonised you before hold
onto your cap Anwhen we argue you better
bring your A–game because I aint stopping
the others at the impromptu
gathering shifted uneasily in their brilliantcoloured red yellow green moldedplastic
chairs which were enhanced by the flickeringblues in the poolwater a couple cleared their throats but nothing more
he was standing he always stood at
this type of event
Antha goes
for the rest of you
Maybe pretend the squirrel in the
road is a child Theres no one here
needed urgently anywhere Thas why yare
here in the middle of an afternoon on a weekday
1600ish, Reggaefriday,
6 10. 23
1004, Saturday,
14 10. 23