Every Good Boy Deserves
Fudge
By A. Freeman Pockross
Pigs on the Wind
Dark clouds
loom large over Harmonyville. Two pigs fly across the darkening night.
Or do they?
Either way,
something symbolic disappears into the darkness.
The wind
howls. Rain pours sideways.
An almost
middle-aged boy runs through the rain, covering his precious rock-star locks
with a newspaper. You know, THE rockstar cut. Rod. Ronnie. Late ‘60s Keef.
The boy’s
obviously not prepared for the weather.
Who’s this
boy, you ask?
Curtis, the
mysterious narrator answers.
