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Fritz Bogott Illustrations by Mozhi

Fritz Bogott Illustrations by Mozhi

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Published by: OurWritersBloc on Jan 30, 2010
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Fritz BogottIllustrations by Mozhi
CC-BY-NC 2009 Noncommercial sharing and remixing are strongly encouraged.
Fritz BogottPismoThe bus hisses to a stop. The few other passengers all seem to be asleep at sixo’clock in the evening, and their heads are lolling. Alt shoulders his backpack and walksdown the steps.He’s standing behind a suburban strip-mall. Freshly-trimmed topiary frame acracked-glass entry door underneath a rusted exit sign, inexplicably mounted outside the building. Next to the topiary is a grease-caked dumpster with a dozen flies glued in place.He tries the door. It’s locked.He tries to think when he last saw Uncle Har. Alt must have been around five yearsold, learning to fish for bluegill under a busy overpass. Uncle Har was wearing the samegray suit as always, dressed down with a pair of green rubber boots.Peeking cautiously around the corner, Alt thinks he can just make out the giantclam-shaped restaurant sign across acres of parking lot and four lanes of traffic.Aunt Mar cleaned and gutted those bluegill like a master machinist. She laid outher tools in precise alignment, adjusted the overhead lights, and kept her movements precise and economical. The tiny fish rendered into an impoverished pile of thumbnail-sized fillets, and she microwaved them unceremoniously and served them without salt. Altruns his tongue around his mouth to clear the memory of the taste.Crossing the first lane of the parking lot goes reasonably well. The enormous red pickup that was not there a second ago backs up blind and at great speed, but he presses back against a minivan and avoids injury. The contents of his backpack form lumps3

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