“Okay, so there’s this guy,” Drino said.
“Yeah ok there’s a guy,” Speebo said.
And there was such a man. Such a sweet, sweet man.
“And, like, this guy he goes out of his house, his little apartment, and he goes for a walk, right?” Drino said.
“Ok like is it a shitty apartment?” Speebo said.
It was truly a shitty apartment. Dilapidated, floundering…the floorboards broke or torn up, the fridge stinky….
“Uh, yeah, I guess so,” said Drino. “But this guy is out on a walk.”
That horror of a home…that tragedy of architecture…. The ghost haunts it still.
“Why’s he walking?” said Speebo.
“No he did walk,” said Drino.
“What?” Said Speebo.
Why indeed? No ending. No beginning. And the sky above a nightmare. A horror in black and white.
“He went on a walk like the other day, like yesterday,” said Drino.
“Whoa,” said Speebo.
“What?” Said Drino.
And he walked on, to a great and beautiful end. The sun shined bright before him, grand and delirious, and the women smiled at him, and he was finally free.
Christian McDonough is a writer based in Dallas, Texas.
Twitter: @CMhcrDiosntoiua
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