Earth Run Without You

Earth Run Without You

For the Faithful

who’s that backward-walking man and why is that baby stroller over there, like that? no, i don’t trust that old mutt, either. did you see him? i mean really see him? i’m telling you, spies and aliens, all of ’em, and that damn Montparnasse Tower is there, staring at us. look at its angle and those evil eyes, it wants to voodoo our—

Kevin, calm down. What are you talking about? Have you been watching those movies again and swilling coffee like you’re Juan Valdez? You know how you get. Come here, I’ll protect you. I’m here and everything’s going to be fine. Everything’s going to be all—

but who are you? i mean you, and i mean who!

Shhhh, you know how you get. None of that old nonsense now. It’s okay, I’m here. I’m really, really here.

the double really really! deviltry! de—

Don’t you dare.

—vil woman! ouch! why’d you slap me?

I warned you.

bitch!

Hocus pocus!

can we go back to my place now?

Why can’t we ever go back to my place?

because your place is cursed and i want to finish watching Twin Peaks: Fire Walk With Me and i want iced coffee and i want to sodomize you. what i want to do is drink iced coffee while watching Twin Peaks: Fire Walk With Me and sodomizing you in an uncursed place.

You’re a real piece of work, you know that?

i know it.

A smooth operator.

yep.

A jewel of evolution.

ain’t that the truth.

You still want to marry me?

apocalyptically.

Kids?

catastrophically.

You love me that much?

biblically.

Then can we at least take the metro for once? A bus? A taxi for fuck’s sake?

you’re funny.

And you’re not.

don’t i know it.

God is dead, Kevin!

never wasn’t.

Why can’t we ever find Truffaut here?

because he’s buried elsewhere in this godforsaken city.

I hate this cemetery.

maybe it hates you, too.

What’s that supposed to mean?

i don’t know, but where do you think Woody Allen wants to be buried? i mean, New York City is the easy, logical answer, but do we really need any more easy, logical answers?

Yes.

i wonder if he wants to be buried here to spite Truffaut. what do you think? you think the cinematic-spite theory holds water?

Are you serious?

how many times do I have to forbid you to ask me that question?

No, life should be easier than this … than … than … you!

life is easy.

It is?

you’ve just got to have a little faith, that’s all.

In you?

no, mon amour folle.

In what then?

in the in.

The in?

and the out.

The in and the out?

exactamundo.

You’re insane, you know that?

label me all you want, but i’m an easy, logical man of faith nonetheless.

Who believes in the in and the out?

with all my tortured, twenty-first century heart.

Kevin Tosca

About Kevin Tosca

Kevin Tosca’s stories have appeared in Bateau, The Frogmore Papers, decomP, Paper Darts, Flash: The International Short-Short Story Magazine, and elsewhere. Poetry in Motion, a fiction chapbook, is forthcoming from Červená Barva Press. The same press will publish Ploieşti, a story collection set in Romania, in 2019. After a decade in Europe, he now lives in Canada. Find him at kevintosca.com.

Kevin Tosca’s stories have appeared in Bateau, The Frogmore Papers, decomP, Paper Darts, Flash: The International Short-Short Story Magazine, and elsewhere. Poetry in Motion, a fiction chapbook, is forthcoming from Červená Barva Press. The same press will publish Ploieşti, a story collection set in Romania, in 2019. After a decade in Europe, he now lives in Canada. Find him at kevintosca.com.

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