Stoned No 78

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Flash Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
CHILDHOOD. FAMILY. FLASH FICTION.FROM THE COLLECTION " BORN UNDER THE INFLUENCE OF SHADOWS. " NO 78

Submitted: April 27, 2019

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Submitted: April 27, 2019

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Stoned

 

  When I'm not 'round at Lesley's shed reading Dr.

Buddha books, I'm playing that Bob Dylan record that

I bought that keeps saying over and over again, 

" Everybody must get stoned. " Claw says it's so bad

it gives him a headache, that he can't sing, that there's 

no way you can call that singing, and he doesn't know

why I was stupid enough to buy that record.

  But I try to get even with him by giving him a headache,

by playing that record 'cause he's always throwing stones

at me, and Claw says I'm too scared to even throw one 

back. But I'm not scared, I just don't believe in throwing 

stones. I'm always telling Claw, " Violence will get you 

nowhere. " And Claw is always yelling back, " You sound

like one of your broken records you prick. "

  Claw reckons I'm stupid  'cause I won't even try to

defend myself when he tries to fight me now. I tell him 

I won't go to Vietnam when I'm conscripted to defend 

Australia. Claw reckons I'm a real coward, he can't wait

to be called up and get a proper rifle, and shoot all those

Vietnamese communists. Claw reckons the Vietnam 

communists want to come down here and invade us. He

says there's nothing he'd like better than to shoot them

asian communists.


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