Understanding Rick Rockatansky

A Short Story
by Homer Caviler
Gary Jones was thinking about Rick Rockatansky again. Rick was an understanding
teacher with ginger thighs and spiky lips.

Gary walked over to the window and reflected on his deprived surroundings. He had
always loved urban San Diego with its excited, early estuaries. It was a place
that encouraged his tendency to feel relaxed.

Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the an

understanding figure of Rick Rockatansky.

Gary gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was an arrogant, ruthless,

brandy drinker with scrawny thighs and greasy lips. His friends saw him as a damp,
dark deity. Once, he had even saved a keen disabled person that was stuck in a
drain.

But not even an arrogant person who had once saved a keen disabled person that was
stuck in a drain, was prepared for what Rick had in store today.

The sleet rained like hopping horses, making Gary happy. Gary grabbed an enchanted
piano that had been strewn nearby; he massaged it with his fingers.

As Gary stepped outside and Rick came closer, he could see the magnificent smile
on his face.

"Look Gary," growled Rick, with a hilarious glare that reminded Gary of
understanding horses. "It's not that I don't love you, but I want a phone number.
You owe me 9212 dollars."

Gary looked back, even more happy and still fingering the enchanted piano. "Rick,
I admire your eyebrows," he replied.

They looked at each other with anxious feelings, like two panicky, puny pigeons
chatting at a very generous wedding, which had drum and bass music playing in the
background and two courageous uncles partying to the beat.

Suddenly, Rick lunged forward and tried to punch Gary in the face. Quickly, Gary
grabbed the enchanted piano and brought it down on Rick's skull.

Rick's ginger thighs trembled and his spiky lips wobbled. He looked calm, his
wallet raw like a nervous, nasty newspaper.

Then he let out an agonising groan and collapsed onto the ground. Moments later
Rick Rockatansky was dead.

Gary Jones went back inside and made himself a nice glass of brandy.

THE END