CAROLE S TURNER
Pat Benatar Saved My Life
1979, the summer before I started the sixth grade for the second time. My sister and I were visiting our dad and watching America Bandstand. Dick Clark introduced a new singer, Pat Benatar. She sang Heartbreaker and hypnotized me. I wanted to be her. I wanted to dress like her, sing like her, wear my hair like her, be as cool as her.
Take a Deep Breath
In your hand, I saw the grenade I wanted to pretend it wasn't there The tempest brewed At the back of your eyes "Pull the pin"
Am I Running Away to Austin
Am I running away to Austin? Will you beg me to stay When I get to Houston? I’ll pass through San Antonio Visit the Alamo
(read after my other story, Gobby Blank) Aberdeen the majestic grazed in a field of Reed Canary grass. A couple of miles away were buildings, once lanky and salient against the sky, now broken and prostrate in the sand, defeated, being trifled by the ocean tide. The gods of earth were hostile toward humans for not honoring each other or the planet. The oceans consumed the land; people were sparse and lesser, both physically and mentally. All of nature was askew. Aberdeen's grazing was interrupted by the sounds of a weak cry in the distance. "A rickety animal," he thought, "possibly sick." He strolled in the direction of the screams. On the dock by the river, he found a drawer from a dresser with a human baby lying inside. "Fresh from the womb, this one, only a day or two at the most," Aberdeen thought and sniffed the baby. He heard the prayer rising from the child. The breeze gently caressed them both, and the cries subsided. Aberdeen looked up and summoned Simiana, the monkey from the woods. He snorted a greeting to her. Simiana scooped the tiny human from the drawer and latched it to her breast. When the baby finished eating, Simiana returned the child to the drawer, gave an agreeing nod to Aberdeen, and walked back into the woods.
(Read after my story Aberdeen) Auri was brand new to the world. She lay in a plexiglass bed, wearing a yellow Onesie, behind a glass wall—the lone baby in the nursery.
(Read before Tina the Goat) Riding on horseback for five hours makes for a sore bottom. The guide was unphased, "Not much further; we'll walk from here and tie the horses up to that tree line." He said, guiding the FBI agents and the horses in that direction. Agent Senex Freeman had a feeling "not much further" meant a lot farther than he wanted to walk with a sore tailbone, but there they were, on a mountain in Switzerland, and there was no turning back.
Tina the Goat
(Read after my story, Lady M and before Gobby Blank) Tina, the goat, was glad to be alive and eating grass. She grazed around the burned-out remnants of the house where her people once lived and wondered where they'd gone. She saw the old barn was still intact, and a wave of comfort washed over her. The bad people hadn't touched the barn.
The deer blind was like a cocoon. Gobby's limbs ached with stiffness, but she wasn’t ready to leave just yet. One more would come by soon, she knew it. They were far too predictable. She reached for the biscuit in her pocket only to realize she’d crushed it somehow, and now she had a pocket full of crumbs. She tried balling the crumbs together in her fist to no avail. The next thing she knew, she was eating the crumbs from her hand like a rat. It made her think of her mother, who didn’t have teeth. She couldn’t have rat-mouthed these biscuit crumbs.