Thursday, September 25, 2008

Believe in who?

Sure son he said the earth goes down on that sexy sun. Every day. They tell you it’s risen but it’s all bullshit. His voice grated like it was coming out of a hole in the ground and he flipped the skinned rabbit and spilled it’s guts, blue and steaming onto the grass. They also say no is an answer but it ‘s never satisfied me. Can I take the shotgun into town tonight. He smiles and puts his foot on it. Wrinkled old fart.


Lynne's Somewhat Invented Life said...

This is so rich in language. I can see each scene, almost smell the blood.

chook said...

Welcome Lynne, thanks for the comment. Rabbits were a good source of food when I was young and while rabbit shooting with my father learnt a lot about responsible use of firearms and respect for all life.