The Whole Kit and Kaboodle

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Daddy and Junior got that coon off the road before it started to stink. The July rain they’d gotten and high temperatures four straight days made a quick inevitability. A virtual certainty. It was gonna reek.

Albert would eat it nonetheless. Anything stood fair game on his half-barrel BBQ grill. Leastways without too many flies or ticks.

Them rescuing road-pizza for Albert prompted little chatter around town, as people were used to their quirkiness.

He might draw the line at maggots. They got to his gut one time. Otherwise, his seasoned stomach took it. Some sauce made all the difference.

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4 Comments

Filed under country noir, creative non-fiction, writing

4 responses to “The Whole Kit and Kaboodle

  1. Tara R.

    Thanks for the warning… sadly, growing up in rural Tennessee, I knew people like Albert.

  2. Ruby Manchanda

    Intriguing

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