There are few guarantees in life (apart from my Mac’s irrational approach to uploading images – this is my third attempt). However, when an opening line includes the words “dead” and “cluttering”, we can pretty much guarantee that you’ll want to read on. After all, a story is a body of work.
UNDER THE DOME OF NOONAN by Sal Buttaci
Dad ignored the dead pedestrians cluttering Blaise Pascal Boulevard as their Newton lifted over them, skirted around them, whizzing by towards Computville.
“What in holy science is going on?” Gottfried asked Dad because bad-smelling human litter always put his nose out of joint. In a very old novelrama he’d once read that in the Twentieth Century, early morning drivers on their way to work considered dead squirrels, dead birds, and dead cats a common roadway sight. But, damnit, here it was already noon! Where were the clean-up hover vans? The bumper sticker on the rear of the shiny new Fermi in front of them announced in tall blood-red script: “I DON’T BRAKE FOR DEAD FOLKS.”
15 thoughts on “Moral Decay”
Writes like a Coonce, and I know you won’t take that bad. Speaking of bad, a bad-___ opener. I needed to read the rest the first time to figure things but man-oh-man the company we keep with the likes such as yourself.
Michael, comparing my writing to any of the AWWYP authors is high honor which I humbly accept.
filling the coonce kin gap is a crocket ship
Here we go. . .launched into what will probably be my favorite sitcom!
I hope I finish editing it and it’s becomes the favorite of my fiction writings!
Can I get one of those bumper stickers?
Yes, as soon as I get down rolling out “Santa’s Gone Mad Hunting Down Deer!”
Why mad? Deer still make excellent sausage…just like pigs and cows do, but white tails are just a little bit faster. Maybe why Santa ran over Grandma with his reindeer.
Mad, Anna, because Santa’s out there shooting reindeer!
Wow Sal! Interesting! I just hope I never hear of a new Road Kill Cafe opening up around here any time soon.
Now there’s a great name for a cafe!
Seriously. . .hehe
You don’t know this crowd that well. . .yet. hehe
I may not know “this” crowd that well Tirelf…but I live in Texas and do know we have truck-stops with that name. Never been in one though so don’t know what they serve.
Anna, now you’ve got me wondering if it were really steak I ate back in 1977 when I drove cross country and stop in the Panhandle!
Oh My Gosh…
Now this is really an intriguing passageway into your novel! Looks good . . .