– tony.espino –

a human. for now.

27.16 | july

chronicle of an unreliable voice

Folder 13

The country road takes me nowhere. It smells like something. A country smell my nose can not detect. I put the car windows down. All the way. I want the interior to blend with the exterior. They can become whole. No separation between country scents and old vehicle scents. All one.


The Sailor was hugging Dead from behind with his arms and legs wrapped tightly around her.
“Have you noticed it’s been getting a lot darker recently?” asked the other Sailor.
“No. That’s weird.”
“Don’t you think you should be done hugging her now?”
“I just started. Leave me alone. Go back to sleep.”
“No way. I’ve had the same dream eight times already. It’s my turn.”
“I don’t think we’re done bonding yet. Are we, Dead?”
Dead gives the other Sailor a look as if she’s quite happy being hugged, or maybe it’s a look that suggests she’s happy someone else wants to hug her.
“I thinks she’s giving me a look to take her from you. I can’t really tell because it’s too dark.”
“That’s a shame. Guess you’ll have to wait your turn.”
“I’m done waiting. Now give her to me.”
“WAIT. YOUR. TUR–”
The other Sailor lunged toward the embraced couple and wrestled Dead away. He sat back on his side of the boat hugging her tight. Her pockets began to glow. He looked at the Sailor with suspicion as he slid his hand in Dead’s pocket.
He pulled out a handful of stars.
“Are you kidding me? You were trying to buy her affection? That’s low. Really low. Even for you.”
He returned a handful of stars to the sky.
And then another.
And another.
And another.
And another…


 

Why do I smell cigarette smoke? I don’t smoke. Someone probably a lifetime away from me is ruining the exotic country scent with a Kool 100. I try to smell through the cigarette fumes and extract the glorious nose gems of the country that I know reside somewhere inside. But my settings aren’t that advanced. I have to wait until I level up. Could take forever. Or at least as long as it takes for a strong breeze to come by.

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