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|Peachy Life (standard:drama, 1351 words)|
|Author: Ox||Added: Feb 09 2002||Views/Reads: 2020/1322||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|Mayor Quincy Hatch comes to terms with his failing marriage|
PEACHY LIFE Michael Henry If I tell you my story you have to promise not to tell anyone else, except maybe that special friend you keep around for juicy tales like these. The tale starts in a small town like most other small towns, except this small town harbors escaped prisoners, authentic criminals, for payments made out to the Mayor. (The locals call them pioneers because of their smell from hiding in the woods so long.) The pioneers are white and therefore can afford to pay the towns Mayor – Mayor Quincy Hatch the money. The mayor finds a quiet hole in the courthouse basement where the dust keeps to a minimum and if nothing is available in the courthouse, the mayor is more than happy to put those poor violent souls up for a few nights in his house. What a nice gentleman this town has for a mayor. The trick is how everyone fools themselves by saying how truly divine this burnt down town is for housing outcasts like Randy Sherman, who performed a brain transplant on two girls he swooned at some party. His decision to remove the brains and to switch them is as much a mystery now as it was at the beginning of the hell he created. Our tale is about to change at this juncture. Major Hatch has recently discovered some disturbing news about his lovely wife, Hale, and the news involves a sick and heterosexual icicle murderer named John. John picked away at the eyes of his aunt and uncle for over a year with icicles that stay frozen in the ton size freezer at the bottom of the steps going down to the basement. While John maintained his flair for insanity by working steadily doing dishes at the local drive – in diner, he had a silent and loud affair with Hale for over a year. They both loved being around each other especially at night when they could get close and snuggle. His lips pressing against her body, her lips were what made the house hot on cool evenings. Mayor Hatch steamed at the idea of this John standing in the bathroom, watching Hale’s feet wiggle after sex. Mayor Hatch steamed at the image of his beloved wife jumbling in their bed beside a man who had something called a “life – sentence” dangling over his head like an angel. Hale and John ran untamed in his mind. The Mayor couldn’t read the paper without the names John or Hale popping out in bold print. The situation was boiling in the Mayors body. The soreness spreads over the body and blankets the conscience. The result of torture is red pus bumps. Red puss bumps slopping down his neck. Red pus bumps growing on the stomach and chest. Something dangerous must happen and happen now! How long can the Mayor hold his breath? (Not much longer) At dinner, he hides his eyes so she can’t see what he saw: pictures of Hale clutching Jon’s penis as though she were a baby again, smiling without a worry. He knew her smile would wear off; she would run back begging for forgiveness into his arms. None of this mattered. Hatch adjusted to the idea of his wife suffering, and he eventually welcomed the idea. It was time to end the affair. Mayor Hatch called up an old friend, Jessie Cunningham. Cunningham was found in a plain white field with the severed hands of his victims, three school children, whom he found playing hide and seek in a falling down church; he felt no remorse for his crime, good for him. Cunningham is the perfect man to pull this stunt off, Hatch thinks. Hatch is so on the premise of murder and hiring a former tattoo artist to re – invent Mrs. Hatch. Hatch could not feel any better about his life than the night his wife’s liver is tossed onto Main Street. Hiring Cunningham turns out to be the best thing Mayor Hatch did, except for that time when he harbored his first fugitive for enough money to buy Hale a set pearl earrings that belonged to a Queen. The trivia is: “who was the first fugitive?” – Earl Robins. Earl raped his daughter and then removed the slimy insides of her stomach. Click here to read the rest of this story (66 more lines)
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