Departure
My truck was parked outside the front door, a vessel that had replaced the suitcase to my next destination. She slammed open the front door swinging my belongings to gain momentum, and then loading them into the back of the truck. She quickly turned to face me, fishing my pocket for my right hand. My wedding ring was unscrewed, leaving behind a permanent shadow of doubt on my finger. She retreated back into the house, making her way to the top floor to open the window. What pursued was a material waterfall raining down into the truck from the top window. Every childhood toy, cherished possession, and honorable award plummeted to form a pile of memories, as if watching a visual history reflecting my life. I firmly gripped the trucks steering wheel, lifting myself into the drivers seat. A loud screech shook against my eardrum, causing me to jolt. I turned to view her seated opposite to me, messing around with the radio dial again.
“I don’t think the airport bans rings, they have baskets for those things”, I uttered.
“Well I just don’t want any fuss”, she replied.
“I know it’s hard for you to detach yourself from your possessions, so the less we pack, the smoother the flight”.
The radio tuned in, conducting us through song to our next holiday destination.
Short Stories
The Warriors Path
A deep gorge divides the forest; the only way across is over a bridge. A tall monk cloaked in black guards the bridge, his shadow being the only figure that has crossed over that bridge.
Dedicated to his cause, the beetle samurai approaches the bridge. The monk is frozen, as if a statue, the samurai has no choice but to draw his sword to intimidate him. The sword is launched from its utility and swung against chest of the monk, tearing off his sleeves. Two rigid scythes pound the samurai to the ground, and as the dust clears, the monk’s identity is revealed to be that of the mantis. The battle commences as the samurai charges towards the mantis; his attempts to maim are repeatedly blocked by the shielded face of the mantis’ claws. A different tactic is adopted, and the samurai dives his sword into the mantis’ leg, sinking in the entire shaft of the blade. Using his remaining strength, he twists the handle, splitting open the mantis’ leg. One last swing beheads the mantis, clearing the path to cross over the bridge. The samurai continues his journey, walks across the bridge, and is greeted by a black lake. A strong stench pollutes the air, causing the samurai to choke and collapse into the lake. While his body is pricked by chopsticks and flung into a digestive reservoir, the battleground on which he fought is revealed to have been a Chinese take away meal.
Teddy Jamison For Texas Guvnor – Political Add
A soft fade reveals a quaint house on a canyon cliff edge. We cut to a closer view of Ted hanging his KKK garments on a washing line.
“Oh Hi, I’m Teddy Jamison, and I fought for the confederacy to keep America clean of god dam immigrants.”
“If you come to my country you got to abide by our laws!”
We now view Ted in front of an Indian camp surrounded by dense forest.
“Like blowing up Native Indian encampments, spark the fuse Johnny, woo!”
Johnny sparks the fuse and the front camp gates collapse in an explosion of thick black fog and fire.
“Gambling with the economy!”
Ted is now playing a game of poker, he is forced to fold when the bank gets a ‘Four of a kind’, “Oh god dammit”, the bank takes the pot.
“And most importantly, being white!”
We now see Ted vigorously scrubbing a Mexican’s face with soap (Kool Suds) “You’ll be white no time”.
Finally we cut to the ‘Political Add’ tag, “This message was brought to you by Teddy Jamison for Texas Guvnor – sponsored by Kool Suds.”