From James Alfred Quiroz
For Christ sake Rebel, please tell us you got laid. Better yet, write a short story about the 19 year old with the giant tits you banged.
Dear James Alfred Quiroz,
Okay. That’s easy.
Sprinting on rocks and air, glancing back, Rebel saw her hungry, lying, furious face. Tina was just 19 but she looked 35. And, the first time Rebel saw her she was dancing around a fire naked. He wanted her so much he ran away. Then he came back. And, he had her. And, he couldn’t stop. That’s all. He couldn’t stop and because he couldn’t stop was why this trouble followed.
Booger Butch was out behind Tina so fast his front door unhinged. Butch had a rifle in his hands. There was no time to start the bike. Rebel heard the heavy footsteps slow. Butch was close enough for Rebel to hear him wheeze and pant.
And, when he heard that first shot Rebel had to laugh. “Thank you Jesus that Butch can’t shoot for shit.” The laugh lingered in the desert like a hammer striking brass. And, it was a mistake to think that just because Butch was fat and slow and out of breath there might yet be time to laugh.
Gasping, stumbling, scrambling over the ancient rocks Rebel finally crested a bank of gravel and sand. And as he started down the other side he felt himself flying through the air. And for a small slice of a second he thought he had found a miracle. But he found something else instead. “All women are crazy,” he thought. And, that was his last thought after his last laugh.
Also, Tina had giant tits.