Chapter 12: Come together, right now! Over me – Love, Smitty.
Since he had parted ways with the microwave Remy wasn’t able to sleep very much. At some ungodly hour he found himself rummaging through the dumpster at the cafe across from Smitty’s shop. He popped up for air just in time to see the whole street light up in a flash of bright white light.
Arthur Martian was pulling out of the cafe when he saw the flash. He slammed the Eldorado’s brakes and jumped out of the car.
The girl in the cafe was in the bathroom taking a piss so she didn’t see it, but she heard the old brakes. Not uncommon at this time of night. Half the city was drowning their sorrows in booze or drugs and then driving home to families they hate. Bound to be a few near miss accidents.
Danny Machal June 18th, 2009
Chapter 10: Coffee and steak make Arthur Martian’s gears turn.
“Refill sir?” the waitress asked.
“Sure,” Arthur scooted his cup toward the edge of the table. She filled it and spilled a few drops on the packet of Snoogin’s utility records.
“Hey, watch it,” he said.
Her sharp features turned a shade of pink. The girl couldn’t be more than nineteen years old. She looked at the ground, paused, then turned to walk away. Short cropped black hair bounced in rhythm with her slim hips. He recognized that type of behavior. Pausing like that, it indicated she was waiting to be dismissed by him, the man. Arthur could only guess what sort of asshole broke her. If he had a dollar for the head of every stepfather he slammed into a door or a wall he would probably have close to a hundred. His eye’s stayed locked on her as she gracefully floated back behind the counter.
Danny Machal May 31st, 2009
Chapter 8: A Thanksgiving Remembered.
A neon Burger King sign illuminated the brown shuffling figure that was Remy. He smacked his lips at the sight of a discarded Whopper in the parking lot. Picking it up, he put it under his filthy rags of clothes and set out to find a location to eat. A place where he would be hidden and out of sight.
The burger meat was cold, the bun stale, and the cheese hard. Surprisingly he didn’t have to pick off any insects. Usually, depending on how long the food was on the ground, the ants always attacked first, then the bees set to work, and if it was a substantial piece of organic protein, the maggots would soon take up residency. Remy was only forced to pick off maggots one time, before he knew the ins and outs of being a condemned person. It was right after she took everything and changed the locks on the doors. His drinking drove them away, it drove everyone away. He had no where to go but the gutter, and there he stayed, just like he deserved.
Danny Machal May 24th, 2009
Chapter 6: Hoooooooooot Pockeeeeeeeeeeet
“Record setting temperatures are expected in the City this week with humidity levels in the forties. Community weather gurus are urging people to keep hydrated and stay indoors. More on that after the break.”
Remy watched the TV through the rusty steel mesh outside Smitty’s front window display. The microwave hadn’t produced a damn thing in two days and he was starving. He opened the windowed door nearly every ten minutes and kept getting the same empty disappointment. Under normal circumstances he would be gathering up cans, or holding his “will work for food sign” on some street corner, but it was just too damn hot to be in the direct sun. He held onto hope the microwave would produce again, even tried to leave it alone for a few and come back to it, hoping for another Breakfast Dinner. Looks like his Guardian Angel has moved on to another lost soul, back to the one man show.
The sign on the door said Smitty would be back at 1:30, said he was, “out to lunch.” That fat-fuck was constantly eating and living chubby off the misfortune of others. People from all walks of life could stumble in his store and get pennies on the dollar worth for wedding rings, watches, stolen goods or any electronics, Smitty didn’t care, he took it all. If the cops collected the inventory lists of all the house robberies this month, guaranteed, half of that stuff was at Smitty’s dingy Swap Meet. Remy heard the slow clinking of metal approaching from around the block.
Danny Machal May 18th, 2009
Chapter 4: Plymouth rock blues.
Beep Beep Beep!
Remy blinked his eyes, ‘What the hell did I drink last night? My head hurts like hell.’
He looked up at the starry night sky in the moments between full consciousness and sleep. Then he felt the weight on his chest and the memory came rushing back to him.
Beep Beep Beep!
The microwave sat square on his chest, but it felt heavier somehow. He slid out from under it and laid it to rest on the ground next to him.
‘Hell of a price to pay for a good meal. You are a heavy son of a bitch.’
Danny Machal May 7th, 2009