Churchill the Perp
Crack! Zing! We huddled under the wreckage of the old wooden biplane, me and Bernie, close together. Crack. Kapow. Wood splintered right in front of my eyes. We were trapped down at the bottom of the tiny box canyon, the shooter somewhere high above.
“That quote of Churchill’s,” Bernie said, “the one about there’s nothing more exhilarating than to be fired on without result? Don’t know about you, but I’m not feeling it.”
Churchill? The name was new. Some perp, no doubt. He’ll be wearing an orange jumpsuit and breaking rocks in the hot sun soon enough. Bernie crawled toward a little opening in the wreckage over our heads, the .38 Special in his hand. I crawled right beside him. We were quiet as mice, whatever that means. In my experience … but maybe a story for another time.
Tags: .38 Special, box canyon, Churchill
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5:25 am on June 29th, 2009
Pub date for Thereby Hangs a Tail – Jan. 5, 2010. Trade paperback of Dog On It – Sept. 28, 2009. Thanks for asking, B. Stover!
6:08 am on June 29th, 2009
I know what you mean about mice, Chet.
When I was growing up, we had mice that lived under the kitchen sink and ate little entrance and exit holes in our paper bag kitchen garbage so they could snack on what we threw away. They were so brazen, those mice, that our cat at the time, Mac, who was a decent hunter and a tough old dude, thought they must belong in the house, and so he never touched them.
I can remember opening the under-sink cupboard and peeking into the bag to see a very young mouse, staring up at me as if to say, "Hey, put the bag back– it's too bright out there!"
Quiet as a mouse, my foot.
9:11 am on June 29th, 2009
When does Thereby Hangs a Tail come out?
9:37 am on June 29th, 2009
Churchill as a possible perp – made me laugh out loud!
Rebecca – I think that Mac thought the mice were just more pets -and therefor – to be protected. He didn't need any stinkin' mice – he had bigger game in mind.