"...pills"

When I’m nuts like now I write little stories. It was seriously bad even for me,…but fun.

The Cat Did It.

It was after midnight as we turned onto Route 26, and saw the last souls fleeing Peach Bonnet. Peach Bonnet Arizona. Famous for murdering the entire local native population in 1868. Even gots a monument to their glorious deed by city hall. Well what goes around,...

An ice cream truck neon lit, and leaving a trail of Almond Vanilla Coconut sped by. Then assorted underclass trailers flying Confederate, and or Nazi flags. A rusty pick up driven by a guy in a Santa suit. Bags of opioid pills, and counterfeit currency spilling from the rear.

Finally a driverless fire engine. It careened side to side down the highway. Red lights flashing siren shrieking, and it’s whole body bumper to bumper engulfed in determined red, and orange flames.

Then quiet.

Turn a little town upside down, and the damndest shit will fall out. On the horizon a pulsing glow where Peach Bonnet used to be. That’s where we were going.

(...The rest was the usual biblical static. Demons defiled altars Encyclopedia salesmen. Stuff only a Catholic survivor like me would do. It was fun, and passed a hard night.)