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How Do You Say No To A Dying Boy?
How Do You Say No To A Dying Boy?
by Joshua Allen
"Nothing, Dad."
fence line down the far end of a long slope, where a tree hung
over the rusty barbwire and the grass poked in, making lean-tos
and warrens for birds to hide. It was the perfect spot to find a
pheasant. They would find one there or they wouldn't find one at
all. If he had bought a dog, like John always wanted, the dog
"Okay, Dad."
They walked toward the fence. About halfway they had to stop
so John could catch his breath. John didn't ask Inver to carry
his gun and Inver didn't offer. When he had his wind back, they
went on.
John had to rest again at the base of the hill. He went down
looked down the fence line. John was careful not to touch the
barbwire and scare away the pheasants before they could get
within range. The dog they never bought looked back, waiting.
Expectant.
"Watch your line of sight," Inver said. "We see one, I'm
going to duck. You take the first shot, no matter where it is,
arms trembled. John broke the single-shot gun open, caught the
loaded shell that shot out, and stuffed it back into the breach.
Inver was still. He squinted down the fence line. The sun
distant red sun. "A beautiful view. I wouldn't mind going off on
my own for a few minutes, get a good vantage point to see that
sunset."
The dog that was not real whined. Inver nodded. "The cure
was worse, but it all hurt. Real bad, I guess. So much that
became irrelevant."
"I think I'm ready." John pointed down the fence line. "You
the fence, where the grass was mowed and the resistance less.
And it would be easier going for John, though Inver knew John
* * *
Inver didn't much like this time of year, when winter turned
to spring. It was muddy and wet and cold, then hot, then cold
again. Besides that, pheasant season was closed not, and it was
too cold to fish yet. He pulled his truck into the parking
garage under the hospital and put it in park. When he turned the
key off, the engine dieseled, surging as though still alive even
though he had just killed it. It had been doing that lately. He
going to have to bore the heads too. That was going to take at
least a week.
feather tucked into the band, and went into the hospital, up the
rattling elevator to the top floor, floor four, and down the
hall, to the left, third door, where John was lying still in his
commercial.
"Dad."
Inver sat down in the familiar chair next to his son's bed.
"Em?"
called. No answer.
into John's glass. It wasn't very cold, but it was better than
nothing.
Inver hit the call button, but the thing didn't flash or
425!"
"Dad!"
second. Inver took his son's hand. "Not yet, John. Don't leave
me yet."
something to love."
hand was on his stomach. A trail of blood came out of his mouth
Inver took the long feather out of his hat. It was long. Too
long to wear in a hat, and Inver wasn't deaf to the snickers and
it all.
pheasant feather, John. You remember when you killed it? It came
right at you. I never seen a gun move that fast. You were like
your feet. And we took the feather to the Farm & Feed and it won
Inver picked up the feather and tickled John's lips with the
settled.
"I want you to think of the best day of your life, right now
John." John squeezed his hand and convulsed. "Think, John. Think
of the best day you ever had. I'm going to think of that day you
shot that bird, but you can think of whatever you want, okay?"
John screamed.
When Inver opened his eyes, Dr. Haven was standing by the
was so still.
Dr. Haven folded his hands in front of him and sighed. "No.
He's not."
want to look for any sign that things are improving, but the
truth is, Inver, that almost all the tests show the same thing.
likely that all we're seeing is the brain trying to make a last
ditch effort."
Inver felt his chest, his head, and everything sink. He had
"You still smoking, aren't you, Inver? Why don't you go have
the smoke and the pain it brought. He opened the tailgate of his
truck and sat. He smoked one, then two, then polished off his
pack.
garage. It stared down into the darkness, then sniffed the air,
tobacco.
The dog took a step in. Then paused. It barked, making its
potential for food and familiarity won out, and it trotted down
into the darkness toward Inver. Inver scooped the dog up and
Inver set the dog down on the tailgate. The dog peered over
bench seat of his truck. The little dog barked the entire time
Inver was out of sight. When it saw the jerky, it turned three
the bag. The dog chewed, then tried to swallow, and then resumed
him and tried to climb Inver's forearm to get at the jerky. Its
eyes were locked on the bag. Inver held the bag up with his left
hand. The dog turned and barked. Then it suddenly sat and went
quiet.
The dog must have thought Inver meant to pet it, because it
throat. Only once Inver started to squeeze did the dog begin to
pencil, snapped.
* * *
Inver lifted the blanket of his sleeping son's bed and laid
the dead dog inside the sheets there. John was as still as
death, except for his eyes, which worked and worked, spinning
Inver didn't care what Dr. Haven said. The feather had
worked. John was a strong boy. He touched his son's head. The
could see a spike of bone rising from John's skin. He had broken
"Nurse!"
* * *
slammed the brakes on his old truck. Behind him, a car he never
saw blared its horn and swerved around him. Then it swerved a
second time when Inver's door flew open. Inver left his door
basement right now. He could slip in, get it, and be gone before
* * *
Dr. Haven was there to meet it. Motor vehicle accident was the
closes thing to real city-type trauma that Dr. Haven saw, and
most of the time the ones he saw had bumps and bruises or were,
for all intents and purposes, DOA. This one was of the later
type.
man's chest.
"His car was full of dead animals. Cats and coons. Guy was
not be mad. This man was dead. They had known that when they
found him. Dr. Haven shined a light into the dead man's eyes.
* * *
Dr. Haven stopped in the doorway. The room stank, but that's
To his surprise, John rolled his head toward him and smiled.
Dr. Haven shook his head. Dr. Haven closed the door behind
him. "John, did Inver do this? Did Inver put this stuff in your
bed?"
looking.
"But John--"
THE END