The Bone Brigade (part 2)

Without a word, she dropped to the ground. Loo laughed, imagining that the doctor had thought himself quite clever to have nestled in such a forested area. Apparently he hadn’t realized that the same trees that sheltered him from prying eyes could also shelter spying ones.

As she rubbed dirt and bark from the palms of her calloused hands, she thought about the last time she had climbed a tree. It seemed a pastime prone to revelation. The last time she had monkeyed up a tree trunk, the day after her tenth birthday, she had discovered something unusual about herself. This time, she’d uncovered something unusual about her psychologist.

Unusual.

Holy shit.

As the she truly began to comprehend what she had just seen, Loo folded her legs and collapsed gracelessly to sit on the grass.

Dr. Brown flew away. He flew away. He flew. Away. No matter how she framed the words in her head, the concept didn’t make any more sense. No wings. No jet pack. No cape wrapped around himself as he bellowed up, up and away. He just…flew away.

The place in Loo’s head that had occupied her thoughts while she was supposed to be in session was still sloshing around the corners of her mind. When he had drawn her back to herself, her surroundings had seemed subtly different, muted colors, an echo to every other syllable; something about time felt a half beat off. The doc, too, had seemed different. Maybe just preoccupied, but just maybe there was a shiny little glint in his eyes that had alerted her subconscious. Enough so that upon leaving, she decided without thought to stick around, to hide, and to watch.

Good catch, brain, she congratulated herself. Home. Home was the place to mull over the possibilities. And food. God, she was suddenly starving. With a hand pressed against her rumbling belly she started towards her car.

*~*~*

Setting a bowl of spaghetti and an entire loaf of garlic bread on the scarred end table, Loo took a moment to appreciate her own couch. When you snuggled deep into the corner it was like being welcomed home.

She tore off a hunk of garlic bread, swirled it through the noodles and sauce, chewing as she tried to list any reason she could think of that Dr. Brown could fly. Vampire. Norse god. Demi-god. Sorcerer. Mutant. Superhero. Oh, maybe a super villain? Maybe freaking leprechauns can fly, who the hell knows.

She closed her eyes as she dipped and chewed and swallowed, the entire loaf of bread gone before she even picked up her fork for the pasta. Her eyes darted back and forth behind her lids, watching a slide show of images from the afternoon.

He’d walked out the back door into the parking lot like any regular human. No furtive glances, no worries at all. Stopped in the middle of the parking lot, adjusted his grip on his bag, looked up to the sky, and poof, he was up in it, lost to sight in seconds.

She was unconsciously rubbing her cheekbones, rhythmically, back and forth. When she realized what she was doing, her eyes popped open and she pulled her hands from her face and tucked them under her thighs.

‘Bony thighs,’ she muttered with a shaky laugh. ‘Stop it. I don’t want or need your help.’ She turned on the television and gave her full attention to polishing off the heaping helping of spaghetti going cold.

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( Hopefully a stand alone story, but is also a direct continuation from http://thesqueakywheelblog.com/2014/03/31/the-bone-brigade/ )

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11 thoughts on “The Bone Brigade (part 2)

  1. This is awesome! Both parts are, but you’re right, this does stand alone. So much great imagery – not to mention all the questions I now need to have answered! :)

  2. I don’t know if I’m more interested in Loo or the flying doctor. This certainly stands alone and leaves the reader mulling the possibilities- I hope this wasn’t the end! How you described everything left a tantalizing little tidbit for the reader to grasp and follow along. Well done.

    • Excellent, I’m so glad you think so. Nope, definitely not the end, just looking for the next soundtrack for a little audio inspiration. I’m grateful to have people who take the time to read and leave thoughtful comments, so thank you!

  3. Fascinating story (I hadn’t read the first part, so I read it after I finished this one. I think they work alone or together, as well.) I’m curious what she’ll do with the knowledge of her flying psychologist!

    • Okay cool, I’m glad they can snippet on their own. I’m curious too, damn it!! I saw the beginning and I know the ending, but the middle is a muddle 😏

  4. E.W. Storch

    *thumbs up* Keep ‘em coming! And I totally get Loo’s thing about couches.

    • Ha, as a long legged human there is nothing more annoying than short ass couches. Well, except maybe oddly spaced stairs- do I take little baby steps one at a time, or a giant lunge for three?!

  5. This is so playful! I love the bizarre scenes you’ve painted here.

  6. ‘Something about time seemed a half beat off.’ I found that line thrilling, as if we’re about to go for a ride. I like Loo’s couch thoughts. It makes sense. Trying out couches in furniture stores makes you wonder just that.. how tall people need to be to sit comfortably.. or how short. Good story, Shannon. Now you have me with this one, and with Mort. What is Mort up to? He’s my favorite.

    • You know what, I had a dream the other night that I woke up and thought ‘Mort!’ Plus, I found the perfect soundtrack to write it to, so hopefully you’ll see him soon :)

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