The Year's Best Dark Fantasy & Horror, 2018 Edition by Paula Guran

Author:Paula Guran [Guran, Paula]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: anthology, dark fantasy, horror, short fiction, year's best
ISBN: 9781607015307
Publisher: Prime Books
Published: 2018-09-16T04:00:00+00:00

The Dinosaur Tourist

Caitlín R. Kiernan

The South Dakota summer sky is a broken china teacup, and I have the distinct impression that when I finally stop the car and step outside and dare to let go of the handle on the door, I will fall straight up into that broken china sky. And I will not stop falling until the world below me is so small that I can make a circle of my thumb and forefinger and catch it all inside. And hanging there, I will freeze like a rose dripped in liquid nitrogen or my blood will boil, but I’ll have captured the world’s disc in one hand. There’s country music on the radio, George Jones and Tammy Wynette singing “Golden Ring,” and I turn the volume up just a little louder, to help take my mind off the smell. On either side of this seemingly eternal highway, there’s shortgrass prairie and patches of bare earth pressed flat beneath that brutal, hungry blue broken cup, and I rush past a comical sort of billboard, an old prospector and his cartoon mule, and the mule is luxuriating in a horse trough, and the billboard promises Refreshing! Free Ice Water! at the Wall Drug Store if I just keep going straight ahead twenty more miles. The kid in the passenger seat is still sleeping. I picked him up last night just outside Sioux Falls, just after I’d traded 1-29 North for I-90 West and the kid said he’d blow me for a ride to Rapid City. And I said shit get it and I have an empty seat don’t I? You don’t have to blow me, if you don’t mind that I smoke, and if you don’t mind the music. The kid said he’d blow me, anyway, because he didn’t like taking anything for free. Yeah, okay, I said, and so we found a truck stop, and he did it in the stall, and I tangled my fingers in his blond hair while he sucked my cock and fondled my balls and, for no extra charge, slipped a pinkie finger up my asshole. I bought him a burger and fries and told him don’t worry, it wasn’t for free, he could blow me again later on, so we’d be even. But I had to feed the kid. He looked like a stray dog hadn’t been fed in a month. And then I drove, and for a while the kid talked about his boyfriend in Rapid City, and I played the radio, and he finally fell asleep. In his sleep, he looked more like a girl than a boy. I pulled over near Murdo, just before four a.m., and I slept a little myself. I dreamed of the White Sundays. “You ever been to Rapid City?” I ask him, and he says no. I ask how it is his boyfriend is in Rapid City when he’s never been there himself, and he tells me they met on the internet. “You’ve never met him face to face?” I ask, and the kid wants to know what difference that makes.

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