The Bureau of Dreams to be Continued by Edward Drobinski - HTML preview

The Bureau of Dreams to be Continued

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was reminded of the body burying chores he had planned for this time; and was now not looking forward to them. He delayed his as long as he could. His problem was that the two dead bodies, formerly known as Victorio and Nate, were now so decomposed that they melted into each other and the stench was stronger than an opened septic tank. One frigid evening he attached chains to the clinging torsos and dragged them outside. By the time he had gotten them to a suitable burial spot the dark sky decided to be un-cooperative. It first bellowed a cacophony of rumbling warnings and then followed up the threat with shocking lightning strikes on Gunsight Mountain across the rushing Yellowstone River. Then a bolt shook the ground a foot from Jack as it struck the carcasses, illuminating them at the discernable edges.

Jack mumbled; ‘Shit. God must be even madder at me than usual.’

Victorio’s eyes opened and he said; ‘Daddy?’

Jack left the shovel and hightailed it back to Jack’s, locking the door behind him. Soon there was an insistent knock. Jack ignored it until the voice said; ‘I can break this down with three hands tied behind my back. So, do yourself a favor and open up. We’ve got some talkin’ to do.’

Jack figured that if the door got broken down the house would soon be filled with zero degree air; and that he would