Choke that Chicken
Chapter One: A DEATH IN THE LIFE OF....
Actually, Death wasn't all that far from my mind as I pulled out of the hardware store parking lot. Truck full of heating fuel, mind full of best friends and problems, nose full of stale seatcovers and wet dog. I looked left, then right, then left again just in time to see the bloody screaming cat cartwheel out from under a westbound car.
Cars swerved and one asshole honked as this semi-squashed but still plenty lively creature proceded to flip-flop wildly across two lanes of small town traffic. I hit the median and the handbrake at the same time, automatically reaching under the seat for the loaded 454. Halfway out of the door, unholstered and thumbing back the hammer before it dawns on me that this is Town, broad daylight, and a large caliber handgun. Maybe a bit much . . . even for this Wild Westish kinda town. I trade the gun for a straight tire iron.
As I get out of my truck, I see Bobby Thomas come running around the corner with a box.
Damn! He always gets the best roadkill. But not this time.
As he runs past me, I swing the crowbar like a baseball bat. Get him in the shins, and he flies forward and rolls across the street. Just enough time for me to run over to that spastic cat, give it a whack and stuff it under my shirt.
Opening: Maggie Pistel Baker.....Continuation: Feisty