Tommy (mildly disturbing flash fiction)

“I can’t believe it snowed last night,” said Mike.
“Yeah,” Tommy said, fiddling with the car’s radio. “Watch the road, it's icy."
They drove in silence listening to old rock music.
Mike opened his mouth, shut it. He drummed his fingers on the steering wheel. The only streetlight for miles illuminated his face for a brief second.
“Where’d you tell Jessica you’re going?” Tommy asked.
“Drinking,” he said. “She was pissed.”
“Guess we’re gonna have to stop at a bar, then,” said Tommy with a chuckle.
Mike half smiled. “I don’t know if I want to drink for a while,” he said. “Not after last night.”
Tommy shrugged. “It was a mistake, Mikey.” He looked out the window, watched the pine trees. “We all make mistakes.”
The car slid on some hidden ice. Something shifted in the trunk and clunked loudly.
“****,” Mike spat out. “****!”
“Don’t worry about it,” said Tommy. “I think we’ve gone far enough, anyways.”
“But what if the car had crashed, and we’d needed to call AAA, and they foun-”
“Don’t worry about it,” repeated Tommy, cutting him off. “Pull over here.”
Mike did.
He popped the trunk, and picked up the incredibly heavy duffel bag and a shovel.
Tommy and Mike walked into the pitch black pine forest.
“I feel bad about this,” said Mike.
“But what are you gonna do about it,” Tommy said.
They walked in silence. Eventually they found an animal-made path and followed it in the dark. Mike was huffing and struggling with the duffel.
“Far enough?” he asked.
“Far enough,” Tommy replied.
Mike chose a spot underneath a Douglas fir and started digging. He kept looking up and staring at the bag.
“Just toss it in and throw some dirt on it,” said Tommy after a few minutes. “We’ve been out here too long.”
Mike grabbed the duffel and dragged it in the shallow hole. He paused.
“Should I say a few words, a eulogy or someth-”
“Bury it.”
Mike did.
“Toss the shovel.”
Mike did.
They stumbled out of the forest without saying a word.
There was a police cruiser parked next to Mike’s car.
Mike ran up, an apologetic smile already plastered on his face.
“What were you doing out there?” asked the cop. “You were gone a long time.”
“I was, uh, taking a dump,” he said. Tommy had him practice that line in the mirror for at least an hour.
“In the woods?”
“I’m shy. Didn’t want a passing car to see.” Mike shoved his hands in his pockets. They were shaking.
“You been drinking?”
“No, sir. Just driving until I find the next motel. It’s been a long day.”
The cop nodded. “There’s one about forty-five minutes ahead when you get to the highway.”
He tipped his hat before driving away.
Mike got into his car.
Tommy was sitting in the passenger’s seat. Mike knew he would be. Tommy didn’t like to talk to anyone else. Tommy didn’t like anyone else to see him. Mike didn’t ask questions.
“Let’s go to a tavern,” said Tommy.
“I don’t want to. Not after last night,” pleaded Mike. “Not after last month.”
“Mikey, we’re going drinking tonight whether you want to or not,” Tommy said with a smile.
Mike sighed and put the car in gear. Tommy was always right.
“Let’s get drunk again,” Tommy whispered in his ear. “Let’s have some more fun tonight.”
Tommy was always right.

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Mar 19, 2009