deluded custodians march challenge

‘rain forest jim’: the soundtrack

“. . . he had a home for us where we would never feel the pangs of hunger again, never again live among the rats and filth of the city. . .”

“The woman who called me — ”

“That was Tracy. She left early tonight.” You narcissistic son of a bitch, I knew Tracy could reel you in.”

Stopping to lift his leg on the nearest sage, he glared at Dave as if to say: For the last hour I have been whining, pawing your shoulder, even barking in your ear, I gots to pee. But you pay me no never mind, caught up in your own little world. . . Chief stretched, sniffed the air, looked around and shot out across the sage-strewn desert. A butterfly. Oh, boy!

“So good-looking stranger in town, and you want to be a tool man at Georgia’s, do you?”

“Ziggy has some great tunes, too.”

Small surround sound speakers hung near the ceiling . . . a haunting organ solo. . . Almost a full minute into the track, I can’t lead, the guy’s my boss. I need my paycheck. The tempo picked up at the first refrain, the lyrics kicked in and so did Björn.

“‘Welcome to the Jungle’ is one of his favorites. I’d say, crank up that tune when you’re training. Could gain you some leverage.”

Flying his boss’ Cessna 414 low over the brothels in Mound House, Paco took a last hit from his joint and dropped the roach clip in the ashtray. He looked down at the Bunny Ranch hoping to catch a glimpse of the girls sunbathing by the pool. . . . Shit. Too low.

“Hey, Sally.”

“Yeah, Dave.”

“Drive carefully.”

“I will.”

. . .in her Victoria’s Secret silk panties, she was lying in bed, her summer comforter covering her. Scrolling through wedding dresses on her cell, she glanced at the time, set her phone to vibrate and tucked it down the front of her panties. . .

“A lousy chipmunk,” he told them. He’d prayed for an eagle and all he got was eagle prey.

Alexandra’s voice delivered the next two phrases, her tone rolling a velvet carpet before Dave. . . her breathy voice rose like a flame touching heaven and arched over him like a fiery blessing.

special thanks to Patrick Eades, Ginger Cook, Gemma Lee, Hollie Petit, Ph.D., Toni the Talker, and Natalie.

of course, i enter my own challenges. maybe some day i’ll win one.

p.s. “rain forest jim” was self-published on amazon in 2017. i took it down last year. i have a few print copies left. if you’d like to order one, leave me a private note.

merci,

ann