Play Rough, Fight Dirty—Chapter 1: The Suitcase and the Compost Box

Sat   16 Aug 2008   11:00 by Kevin McGehee [Fiction] [Play Rough, Fight Dirty] Completed Fri   7 Nov 2008   21:46

The car drove slowly up the street, and Bob’s dad suddenly became silent and watchful. So did Bob—yet as the car came closer both turned their eyes away from the street and glanced at each other. Bob’s dad resumed telling his story about a friend of his and trying to get a used motorcycle running, but I could tell he was on full alert until the car passed by, reached the end of the street, and turned left. Toward Main Street. Caleb Scruggins paused a moment as he looked at the now-vacant intersection, then went back to his story, telling his son and his son’s two friends—all of us sitting on the Scruggins’ front steps—about bad gas clogging an engine and how you shouldn’t leave old gas to sit for a long time. Billy Ironwood waited for Caleb to finish the story, then looked directly at him and asked, “Who was that?“ “I don’t know,“ replied the unshaven man. “This ain’t no pass-through street, and that wasn’t a Darrow County plate on that car.“ “Looked like cops,“ said Bob, with a glance at me. » Read more "Play Rough, Fight Dirty—Chapter 1: The Suitcase and the Compost Box"

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