microfiction: When Lake Pontchartrain Emptied Its Stomach Into His Neighborhood

When Lake Pontchartrain emptied its stomach into his neighborhood, Boy wasn’t at all brave, resourceful or clever. Because if he were any of those things, he almost certainly would not have grabbed his grandmother’s corn broom as The One Thing To Guarantee His Life.

What Boy considers to be the right thing to do will not matter one bit in 90 seconds; that he is beginning to understand this is mere cruelty playing itself out in real-time, like one Ramones song quoting another Ramones song in a 4/4 beat. Because when Boy plunges the business end of his grandmother’s broom handle into the water and gives it an earnest pull, he is literally yanking against despair itself.

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