Do flies taste like chicken?
Leroy Wilson watches the FedEx man carry a large cardboard box to Dick's grandmothers front door. He sets it next to the door, knocks, and hurries back to his truck. Dick's grandmother opens the door, says something Leroy can't make out, then kicks the box. She bends over and slides the box into the house and closes the door.
Leroy tosses more Morning Glory seeds into his mouth. He chews them, still not liking the taste even after all these years of eating them. He thinks about that time Tabitha ate them then went running down the street naked. He's never done that, but he's considering it.
He gets out of his car and walks slowly up onto her porch. He raps on the rickety screen door loudly thinking since she is an old woman she must be deaf. He stares at the door, the black screen is old and ravaged. A fly crawls up it in front of his face. He wonders if flies taste like chicken.
"Good morning. I'm here for that package that was just delivered."
"There wasn't any package delivered."
"I just saw it get delivered. Just now."
"That was yesterday."
"No, it was just now."
"The package was delivered yesterday. You been standing on my porch since yesterday staring at my door."
Leroy ponders this. He was pretty intrigued with that fly, but there is no way he stood here for that long. It's the Morning Glory seeds messing him up. He ate four packages of them, two of them for breakfast, and two more right after. Then two packages after his shower, that makes six. That's more than normal, that's why he's having trouble with what she's saying. But he's sure he didn't stand here since yesterday.
"It just happened." He tries again, this time he will get it right.
"What did?"
"What I saw."
"What did you see?"
"That fly..."
"What fly?"
"The fly on..."
"Thanks for stopping by."
"No problem."
She quietly shuts the door. The fly buzzes past Leroy and lands on the door frame. It seems to be watching him. Waiting to see what he does next. He rubs his chin like a professor might while addressing his class. If he could catch the fly he'd eat it to see if it tasted like chicken.
Leroy tosses more Morning Glory seeds into his mouth. He chews them, still not liking the taste even after all these years of eating them. He thinks about that time Tabitha ate them then went running down the street naked. He's never done that, but he's considering it.
He gets out of his car and walks slowly up onto her porch. He raps on the rickety screen door loudly thinking since she is an old woman she must be deaf. He stares at the door, the black screen is old and ravaged. A fly crawls up it in front of his face. He wonders if flies taste like chicken.
"Good morning. I'm here for that package that was just delivered."
"There wasn't any package delivered."
"I just saw it get delivered. Just now."
"That was yesterday."
"No, it was just now."
"The package was delivered yesterday. You been standing on my porch since yesterday staring at my door."
Leroy ponders this. He was pretty intrigued with that fly, but there is no way he stood here for that long. It's the Morning Glory seeds messing him up. He ate four packages of them, two of them for breakfast, and two more right after. Then two packages after his shower, that makes six. That's more than normal, that's why he's having trouble with what she's saying. But he's sure he didn't stand here since yesterday.
"It just happened." He tries again, this time he will get it right.
"What did?"
"What I saw."
"What did you see?"
"That fly..."
"What fly?"
"The fly on..."
"Thanks for stopping by."
"No problem."
She quietly shuts the door. The fly buzzes past Leroy and lands on the door frame. It seems to be watching him. Waiting to see what he does next. He rubs his chin like a professor might while addressing his class. If he could catch the fly he'd eat it to see if it tasted like chicken.
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