Everyone Always Wants to Do the Cooking
Flash Fiction:Flash Read (not copyrighted; if you want it, use it...even if you want to put your name on it) Original fiction by David Biddle Steve is out buying hotdogs, buns, carrots, more beer, and ice cream. It’s a long way to town and back. We’re all just letting gravity take its course sitting around the trailer house on his farm near the Hungry Mother Forest. Doolin is smoking a cigar and Powell Dodge has out a deck of cards. “Can someone cut my hair?” Powell says, shuffling the cards. He has been asking that question since we were swimming in the afternoon. Lysen wanted to oblige so he and Lionheart go through both the little kitchen and the bathroom cabinet looking for something to cut Powell’s hair. All they find is a rusty razor blade and a meat cleaver. “Shut the fuck up, Dodge.” I say. We’re all a bit drunk with our empty stomachs. “I’m bored, man,” says Dodge looking at the cards. “Someone turn on the radio,” I say. Doolin with his stogie saunters over to the console next