18.6.24

godsmacked

he wasnt familiar with the roadwasnt usually in this neck of the woods  passed through a few times over the years
was remote

County Public Works was responsible for maintenance of the two lane road
looked like it hadnt been touched since it was laid
                                                         however

a crispnew yellow diamond warning sign had been posted just ahead of a stand of trees to either side of the road black silhouette  antlered deer in midleap
                                          he mumbled  Aint tellin me nothing


years back a twohunredpound buck crushed his car nearly killed him
he sawscreamed Stay put  he wasnt veeringwasnt playing chicken
                                                                          buck ran out in front of him


   killed a god that night

just before striking him the buck emanated a hotblue electriclight  lighted the road tall grass threw shadows  shivered hued nearby trees
                      upon collision
everything went obsidianblack
thought he was dead

   then the full butteryellow moon returned

he believed it flinchedclosed its eyes
                                      didnt want to see anymore than he had

he didnt brake

he sought the shoulder let the car roll to a stop
                                                the wholewhile he slouchedpeering through the windshield through a space a sliver between the dash and the sprung hood

highway cop told him hoods arent supposed to spring
                                                        said when he got the call on his way over he was steeling himself figured itd be another gory fatality or fatalities

Thank you for not getting killed almost the end of my shift.  I didn’t want to take that home.

Youre welcome

cop looked over his shoulder at him seated in back
                                                       You a funny guy?
Im a fuckin riot
                 Just lost one of my nine lives anIm runnin low

0822,  Twosday,  18  6. 24
1354,  2sday

leaning forward over the picnic table the gingham tablecloth they covered it with he grabbed her by her luxurious jetblack curlyhair ridiculousringleted had something other than her Puerto Rican parents at work in there
                                                                                                   Yare driving me nuts

I’m driving you nuts?

Don be coy
             he let go  sat back   Yaknow you are 

I think you’re reading something other into me enjoying relishing my corndog.

   No

Com’on, you know how much I love them.

Not beef

sneered overlaid with disgust or viceversa
                                             No not at all, that’s vile.
Woudya please stop with the face
                                     Crazy how freakinugly you can twist tha beautiful kisser of yours

kisser humoured her  face fell she smiled demurely nibbled at edge of her corndog turning it slowly with the stick

   Woudya stop
What?

Yare killing me

I think it’s the honey . . honey.

Cant eat it with mustard or ketchup like everyone else

When I was a little girl we didn’t have them in Borikén. I’m HA catchinup . get it? Catchinup . ketchup.

he pointed at her chin Little something babe
                                               I get it   he smiled big

she got the honey and cornmealcrumble with the tip of her tongue

he shook his headmumbled
                                  Seducin me at the beach in broad daylight
I’m not.

You are
          You have a voluptuous way of nibbling gnawing mouthing licking eating it

You imagine it’s your cock.

Yah I think its my cock

   You wouldnt be wrong.
                           she tossed her marveloushead back sun backlit her shinyolive Medusacoils  gleefulpeals of laughter mistedmusically out of her throat

he slumped

bringing her headher shock of hair forward funtears in her eyes corndog in her fist she sighed
                                                                                          murmured You wouldnt be wrong.
  
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