The Block Party: Part 7

Into Eternity—“The Scattering of Ashes”

MoTW—“Silent Hill”

As Spunky went down the line of bins removing the covers, the smell got
stronger. It didn’t seem to effect the few shuffling people who had
found their way to the backyard, but it sure seemed to effect Josie who
fell to the ground twitching.

“Wow, Josie fell, go BOOM!” I said before I also passed out.

When I woke up, I found myself looking at a large pile of wet, furry
things. Spunky was busy grabbing pieces of the wet fur and stapling them
together and then stapling the fishing line to the finished product.
Josie was still out and a few more of the shuffling people were milling
around. One got too close to the hole I dug for a public latrine and
toppled in.

I crawled over to Josie and smacked her face a few times until she woke
up. I told her about the one that had fallen into the hole and she
jumped up and ran to the hole where she too toppled in.

“Hey, give me a hand with these?” Spunky asked as he continued stapling.

He finished what he was doing and tossed it into a separate pile and
then handed me a couple pieces of wet fur from the larger pile. When I
looked down and found something looking back at me, I passed out again.

When I woke up yet again, I heard laughing. I looked around and saw
Spunky on the roof, holding onto a large tree branch. Fishing line was
tied to the ends of the smaller branches jutting out from the main
branch and attached to the end of the lines hovering just above the
ground were many little animals.

The shuffling people were gathered around the hovering animals, reaching
out to pet them and laughing whenever they made contact. Yep, Spunky had
made a petting zoo.

Relieved that my party wasn’t going to be a failure after all, I got up
and joined my guests.

And when I got closer, I noticed that these were unlike any animals I
had ever seen. Then I remembered the pile of wet fur and the stapling
and then it struck me. Like a ton of bricks. Kind of.

“Um…..these aren’t real animals, right Spunky?” I asked as he
continued making these things jump and dance to the delight of the
shuffling people.

“No sir! These are from my collection!”

“Collection of what?”

At that moment Josie showed up, stinking of urine.

“Someone peed on me while I was trying to get out of your hole.”

“Really?” I asked. “Someone knew that’s what the hole was for?”

“Yeah it sure looks………WHY ARE THEY PETTING ROADKILL?”

“Roadkill?” I asked, directing it at Spunky.

“Roadkill,” he answered as he jiggled the branch quicker, making the
roadkill dance faster.

COMING NEXT: The Block Party: Part 8

Stephen Johnson

The idea of building a website with Bob came from Stephen in the days of message boards and chat rooms. We settled on the name and the rest is history. Retired since he hit the ripe age of 25, he spends most his time doing odd-jobs around the house and digging thru trash bins for "stuff that's still good." Stephen has contributed several short stories and hosted the "Lunatic Ravings" column since the beginning (1999). The idea of writing weekly columns came from Stephen before blogs or blog sites ever existed. So, I guess that makes him THE FIRST BLOGGER IN THE WORLD!!!

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