E-peshawari
Copyright© 2015 by Old Man with a Pen
Chapter 5
"You Motherfucker!" Josie's dad screamed.
I couldn't deny it ... his wife was spread on the spread and I was buttering her bread. Mayonnaise just a drooling from two of her three holes.
I felt the slap but didn't hear the bang.
There was an interval ... not that I noticed. Josie told me later.
I had periods of light and periods of dark. Periods of dreams and nightmares, and periods and bouts of vile vomit. I'll tell you one thing for sure ... ether pukes are the worst.
When I was good enough to move I had to go to court ... where I was found guilty of alienation of affection and sentenced to time served. Josie was found innocent of murder by Reason of Self- Defense; we both missed the wailing and gnashing of teeth and the self-flagellation required of the surviving family. But we were outcast.
Outcasting is serious business.
Even though I served the time and Josie absolved of the crime, the village elders declared a murrain on us. We were a pestilence.
The village resurrected the worst of the abandoned fishing boats and we were given a week to patch, panel and caulk the hulk as best we could. What ever we could find in the other hulks or scavenge from the junkyards to replace missing gear we were allowed to install or mount in the week we were given.
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