In somewhat of a departure, today on the blog I’m pleased to be hosting a short story by Jason Duke. Jason’s fiction has appeared in publications including Plots With Guns, Thuglit, Spinetingler Magazine, Crimefactory, Needle Magazine, and A Twist of Noir, and he has also previously stopped by here as a guest reviewer. Jason is not just any old author, however, he is also a U.S. Army and Iraqi war veteran, and his time in the service clearly shows through in this piece, “Doghouse Blues.”
“Fuck you,” said Matt Sherman, looking into outer space. The kid was as thin as cellophane, and just as transparent. So thin, in fact, if he took a hard punch to the chest, or any punch for that matter to any part of his body, Jim figured Matt Sherman would fly apart like splinters of dry, brittle wood.
Jim Pride, looking over his shoulder, began to guess at who the other person the kid was talking to; thought, no way this little beanpole shit spat from an anorexic’s twat would be running his mouth to two hundred and twenty pounds of ex-military muscle. But Matt, staring past Jim off into the great wide open of the broiling city that was Phoenix beyond the apartment’s terrace, kept saying, “Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you…” Meanwhile, Jim was the only one standing at the front door.
Matt finally looked Jim in the eye. Listening to the little prick run his mouth, Jim was shaking his head, thinking, Kid, this isn’t rocket science. The reason Jim was paying the visit wasn’t all that complicated, so shouldn’t be hard to understand. Jim was thinking, by now it should be so simple stupid that even an ignorant little flop like Matt Sherman should understand what Jim was telling him, why Jim was standing there at the door.
At least, that was how it all started out; and now it was all going terribly wrong (Jim couldn’t believe how fucking wrong), and the kid was running his big, fat fucking mouth, telling off the invisible person over Jim’s shoulder. So wrong, in fact, Jim decided he needed to take a moment with it, collect his thoughts, and try explaining himself all over again.
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