A Hitch in Time by Emery C. Walters

Author:Emery C. Walters [Walters, Emery C.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Queerteen Press
Published: 2014-08-31T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 7

A couple hours passed very nicely, and all too soon I was sitting up yawning and praying I would not get another hangover. Geez, I was a cheap drunk. I was covered in white dog hair. Brushing some of it off, I looked to where Jimmy was sitting beside me, playing with another dog, a black one. A funny looking one but still, Jimmy and it were having so much fun, tumbling around, fake-biting, I laughed out loud. I went and watered another tree and when I came back, Jimmy had a kitten in his mouth (the way a mother cat would), and he and the other dog were no longer playing but snarling at each other. The other dog wanted that kitten too! I’d never known dogs even liked cats, but then Jimmy must be a big old softie. He felt he was protecting ‘his’ baby from…shit. That was not a dog.

I inhaled so hard I think I hurt myself. I grabbed my backpack and held it in front of me while I backed toward the road, calling (squeakily) for Jimmy to drop the damn cat and come. Now.

Nope. Didn’t happen. Even though twenty feet farther past the animals was the mama animal of the other ‘dog’—a huge bear. Standing upright, it looked like King Kong. I expected to see it beat its chest. I was glad I had just peed. I suspected, no, knew, that the cub had wanted that kitten for supper. What was obvious also was that Jimmy, an obviously gender-role-bending dog, loved ‘his’ baby and would protect it with his life—and maybe mine. I kept backing toward the highway, not knowing what else to do. So far there wasn’t another car in sight.

It was another beautiful day in whatever neighborhood this was. I think I would have backed completely across the highway except when I reached the double yellow line a car pulled up next to me and a rough voice shouted, “Get in!” and out of the corner of my eye I saw doors open and the driver got out of his side, stood on the side of the car, and aimed a handgun over the roof of it. (And what a car, but more on that later). He started firing and Jimmy and I and whatever he had in his mouth all leaped, jumped, and/or fell into the car. I slammed the door shut behind me, almost cutting off my leg because the door shut backwards. The bear was charging, so close behind us I could feel hot breath on my shoulder and slobber—oh, that was Jimmy.

Thank you baby Jesus and the NRA.

The driver got back in the car and we pulled away, almost sedately. “That’s why they’re called ‘suicide doors’ he laughed. Catching my breath, I was finally able to look around. Besides the strange doors that met in the middle, the back seat on his side was crammed to the roof with boxes and things. I was having trouble breathing with Jimmy standing on my crotch.

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