Untimely #2 - Holy Trinity

and me under my sheet trying not to peek with her yammering like a burnt wolf for him him lapping it up like they always do getting every cents worth believing every bleat every yelp of it the true faith every praise be there father just oh there fath just jusohjusjus oh jusus oh father with his clean preachers palms pure and parched from prayer pared nails neat and nice and him nibbling at our at her nipples hollering out with his sunday bellow for tittitties falling for ourher act her burnt wolf song and dance and me now peeping catching a snatch of his bobbing buccaneer his dog collared dicky of biblical proportions oh praise your titties sweet evangeline our three titties her two prim bubs my one spare dug moreorless than the whole sum of our parts of our community chest under my wincing dreaming sheet were 11 years old in the dust out the trailer back in the night of the fairground glow ourher thick shared trunk in our slack shared sack with my legs and arms and hers tumbling cartwheeling rehearsing heads knocking our heads and our girls hair knotting lying in the dusk giggling girlgirls at the mess of our body diddy ends sore from spinning unsure men paid to stare even then the same old panhandlers and cottonpickers and dry roaming preachers liking what they pay for paying for the act and now his reverend self freeloading wanting just her half her hole not the two for one and we are siamese as you please setting on her with his menthol breath and soapy kisses old dolly me flapping about like catgut with hisherour every unholy thrust hiding the withered half me me well old dollys still got a song in her own throat my mighty wind and wont heher see now if I cant preach a bit too

Untimely #2 - Primeval Plunge

His name was Big Nick Kingdom and he carried an axe big enough to split a house in twain. When he died on account of that woman, falling off down the cliff at the edge of town, he dropped so hard and fast he broke right through the riverbed, rocks and sand and all. As though the impact on the water and the water itself didn’t do a thing to slow him down. As though the sand and the sludgy viscid mud below it and the stones below that didn’t do a thing to slow him down. Heavy as lead his body knifed down through the river from that great height and split the earth below it, the river, with an ear-shattering crack. Then there was a great suck and the river downstream, past the break, reversed course and came flooding back, emptying itself into the crevice. Within minutes the river had vanished and the rocks and pebbles of the riverbed, glistening in the sudden sun and heat, began to dry.

She walked swiftly out of town, down through the forest, past the hoary hemlocks, the light fading by the time she made it to the river and the sky lit up all purple and pink and red. She had loved him, and he her, so she had thought. But then that woman had come between them and over it all went, quite literally.

Untimely #2 - Time Machine for Jesus!!

“Hey ‘Vange, you alright?”

“Oh Doll, it’s over. He’s gone and it’s all over.”

“That preacher boy you been jawin’ about? What’s his name, Woodchuck?”

“Bigneck. His name’s Bigneck Kingdom and he’s gone. Funny thing is doll, I didn’t see it comin’ this time. If a fella seems keen before finding out what it is we do, you’ll see that keenness straight out vanish when he learns what’s what. Otherways he’ll start to grinnin’, while his other hand’s reachin’ for his wallet. Bigneck’d just said past was past, and so long as no-one else was invited from here on in, then that was fine by him.”

“So what changed his mind?”

“Well. Oh! He told me an angel appeared before him, some fleshy old crone in Sunday skirts, spoutin’ how his future held nothin’ but shame if he stayed on with me. Said he ought to leave me, leave town, and strike out on his own preachin’ freelance. And that from here on in, should he cross paths with some other ‘wretched girl’, he should be sure n’ teach her a lesson.”

“Huh?”

“Exactly. Then he’s off, without so much as a squeeze.”

“Sounds to me like you’re better off without that one.”

“You’re wrong doll. And I’ll tell ya, I’m gonna screw my way outta this place if it takes me a year, and I’m gonna go get me back my man. Angel or no angel.”

“But ‘Vange…”

“Don’t you call me that no more. My name’s Evangeline, and I got work to do.”

Untimely Stimulus #2

"If he'd only come here a single man to be our pastor before she did something awful to get him to marry her in Macon, I could've put a stop to it. I know all about her kind and I would've saved him from her clutches. She's not the first back-alley slut I've seen in my life."

Elderly, un-named, church-going widow, quoted from Erskine Caldwell's excellent book 'Deep South - Memory and Observation'.

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