by William Bebb
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“It was you, wasn't it?” Bo asked, as they turned left at a little store. The parking lot was empty except for a tow truck and a minivan.
“Huh?” Willie inquired intelligently, as he smeared chocolate from one of the doughnuts on the steering wheel.
“You were responsible for the toilet thing, this morning. What is wrong with you? Why'd you do it?” Bo asked, looking at the man driving, thinking he looked like a poster child for Diabetes.
“Fuck you. I didn't leave any evidence and no one saw me do it. So, I didn't do it. But it sure was funny,” Willie smirked, as they drove into the valley.
“Did your parents have any children with an IQ over seventy?”
“Shut up,” Willie said and picked up a fresh doughnut.
Daphne was sitting with the electric fan blowing into her face while she watched her cousin working on the van and didn't notice one of the Bible Thumpers she'd run off yesterday wander into the parking lot. She did see the police cruiser heading down the old trailer park road and wondered if someone was about to get arrested. That’s the way it always is. Everyone else gets to see something exciting. Me? I get to choose between watching a van being fixed or picking my nose.
The little girl sitting in the van watched the man in the white shirt and black pants stumble into the shade and peer around in confusion. “Daddy, there's a weird guy over there,” she said, holding her video camera with one hand as she pointed with the other.
Doctor Alvarez (aka daddy) grabbed a bottle of water and got out of the van while the mechanic used a creative selection colorful Spanish profanities as he worked under the hood.
The strange young man that had wandered in from the desert was bloody and seemed near exhaustion as he swayed back and forth staring, as if transfixed, at the nearby overflowing trashcan.
Alvarez noticed the wasps and yellow jackets stinging the young man and spoke while still several feet away. “You okay? I've got some water you can-” he started to say, but was interrupted by an eardrum shattering scream as the young man turned and charged toward him. Alvarez couldn't fail to notice that the young man had crimson colored eyes and an insane look on his filthy blood stained face.
