"...it passes the evening"
Sometimes when I'm nuts, and such I write little stories. The other night I started a another one. It was seriously bad. So what it passed the evening. Here's the only part that was sort of fun.
"The Cat Did It"
It was after midnight as they turned their old Corvair onto Route 26, and saw the last folks fleeing Peach Bonnet. Peach Bonnet Arizona.
There was an ice cream truck bells jingling neon lit, and leaving a trail of Almond Vanilla Coconut. Next a 1952 Hudson full of cats.
Then the town's hearse which had two stuffed alligators tied the roof.
This followed by a guy dressed like Santa Claus in a rusty pickup with some Zebra in the back.
Turn a little town upside down, and the damndest shit will fall out.
The last to escape was a driverless fire engine. It careened down the highway lights flashing siren going nuts, and it's whole body bumper to bumper engulfed in red, and yellow flames.
Then quiet.
On the horizon a pulsing glow where Peach Bonnet used to be.
That's where we were going.
The rest of the story was biblical bullshit,...burning trees not consumed people, and animals turned to glass. Demons defiling altars. Fun stuff only a Catholic survivor could come up with. But like I sez it was fun.
Then the town's hearse which had two stuffed alligators tied the roof.
This followed by a guy dressed like Santa Claus in a rusty pickup with some Zebra in the back.
The last to escape was a driverless fire engine. It careened down the highway lights flashing siren going nuts, and it's whole body bumper to bumper engulfed in red, and yellow flames.
Then quiet.
On the horizon a pulsing glow where Peach Bonnet used to be.
That's where we were going.
The rest of the story was biblical bullshit,...burning trees not consumed people, and animals turned to glass. Demons defiling altars. Fun stuff only a Catholic survivor could come up with. But like I sez it was fun.
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