Sympathy for Slick

(Part 2 of six day series)

“I don’t know what I expected,” I mutter, looking around a dirty old basement. M and N are doing the same. A bright light comes on. Larry and Butch are standing next to a rickety old door. I feel a breeze. I cringe. It smells like a New Jersey highway.

They push it open and step out, we follow.

I expect a wasteland of dry death or some utopian bubble world. Instead, there is a factory building, rusted and time-worn. I pull out a cigarette.

“Don’t smoke,” M whispers. I glare at him.

“Why not?”

M makes a weird face. “you’re pregnant?” he says.

I light the cigarette, “well, shit on that.”

M frowns, “that makes no sense.”

“I’m having a rough day,” I say, stalking off behind Butch and Larry as they make their way toward the factory. We get inside, it looks like a normal old factory. It smells of wet sawdust and unemployment.

There are men there, a few, bustling around. It takes me a moment to realize that they all have the same face. I shudder. I look at Butch and Larry. I don’t know how I didn’t realize it before. It could have been Butch’s goatee or Larry’s greasy long hair, but, they had the same eyes, the same nose.

“Clones?” N asks, quietly.

“I think so,” I say.

“Don’t they look a bit familiar?” M says.

I eye the men around us. M is right. But, we go below before I can place the face.

Butch and Larry lead the way. We shuffle along and eventually find ourselves in a paper-filled office space. A man with Larry’s nose and Butch’s eyes sits behind a desk. He is better dressed and has better hair, he smiles at us. I decide to name him Slick. He greets N in Russian and then turns to M and I.

“Hello,” he says, “American?”

M and I nod. Slick smiles.

“Welcome to Russia,”

M and I nod again, “We kind of live in Russia,” M informs him. He looks at N. N nods. Slick turns back to us, “why?” he asks.

“We like it here,” M says, over my grunt of frustration.

Slick looks at N, N nods.

Slick makes a face. M eyes him suspiciously. “I know. I know this guy. How do I know this guy?”

I shrug.

I hold up my hand.

“Look, I don’t know, or really care what is going on here, or where here is, but these guys say something about you assholes impregnating me, explain, and fix.”

Slick sighs.

“It is a long story, very long, and very sad.” He sits down. He motions for us to sit on the bench along the wall. M and N do. I stand and do my best to look intimidating. Slick doesn’t seem to notice.

“It all started when he took over the world.”

10 replies to “Sympathy for Slick

    1. I’m happy to hear that. This series was a bit of a challenge. I kept stopping at points and thinking “can I do this?” Then just deciding, why not. It just ended yesterday. Let me know what you think of how it plays out.

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  1. wow a nice boost with interesting news. M. is also an American and the reason why he lives in Russia,thats his own business .. “We like it here,” says, over my grunt of frustration. I like M, he reminds me of Hank. The last sentence is, of course, very strong!

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