Nomad: A Story from The Reels by Brian Ewing

Author:Brian Ewing [Ewing, Brian]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Brian B. Ewing
Published: 2021-02-21T22:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 19

“What do you mean you are going out of town, Sisto? You made a deal with me. You are supposed to be at this grand re-opening bullshit, as the Corden’s requested.” A furious Super Dave exclaimed.

“I am only gone for a few days. I will be back way before Friday.” Sisto said.

Sisto was waiting in the lobby with a small backpack and duffle bag of clothes and supplies. He was waiting for Fitz Ackerman to show up so they could get on the road and head to Mustain to meet up with someone named Púca. Apparently, Púca and Fitz were prospects together and over the years, stayed in touch, as Fitz grew out of the club life, and Púca had grown deeper into it.

“What the fuck happened to you? You get in a car wreck?”

Sisto looked down at his outfit, impressed with himself. If Super Dave thought he was really hurt, then most of those bikers would excuse Sisto for riding bitch to Fitz. He knew he would probably get shit regardless, but he didn’t want to risk driving and losing himself to The Reels.

“I’m fine,” Sisto finally acknowledged. “Look, you need to calm down, Dave. I will be back in time for the re-opening.”

“Thanks, Sisto. I will have that stuff done in your apartment by the time you get back.” Dave said with relief in his voice.

Super Dave, with who Sisto tried to avoid as much physical contact as possible, smacked his shoulder in appreciation. The human contact threw Sisto right out of his personal space and into Dave Carlsen’s headspace. To Dave, it must have looked odd as an instant shutter, followed by Sisto starting to gag and cough. Dave immediately stepped back, not wanting to catch what he thought Sisto potentially had. Once Sisto caught his breath, he looked back at Dave with glossy eyes from the gagging.

“You motherfucker.”

Super Dave heard the stories, like everyone else, but never gave two thoughts to Sisto being a real psychic, as long as the bills were paid on time.

“What?”

“I was just suffocated by Italian dressing, due to your overwhelming sense of panic.”

Confused, Super Dave skeptically looked at Sisto, “My panic? What am I panicked about?”

“Mr. Carlsen,” A booming voice from the manager’s office called out towards the two men. “I need you to go up to Mrs. Barrington, on the second floor. Her garbage disposal is on the outs again.”

The two looked at Fred Corden a moment before Sisto furiously whipped his gaze back to Dave.

“Dave, I know you don’t tend to believe what you hear about me, so I will keep this brief. I have visions of the past, but also the future. You touching my shoulder just threw me into your pathetic life, and you know what it showed me?”

Super Dave Carlsen just looked, waiting to hear.

“I saw you go to Mrs. Barrington’s apartment and lazily knock loose her gas pipe while unscrewing the disposal. You didn’t check it, probably because you are higher than Hans Gruber’s nosedive off Nakatomi Plaza most of the time.

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