Goodbye Lucifer
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Emma walked down the middle of Stillman Road towards town, her shotgun at the ready. Somewhere along the way the demons had disappeared into the darkness along the side of the road, but she kept walking anyway. Maybe she would meet Joe in his old pickup truck coming up the road on his way home. He’d see her walking and stop. Then she’d blow his stupid brains out.
That’ll work, she thought.
She reached the middle of the intersection, stopped, and stood there looking down Stillman Road past Walker’s Drug Store and the bridge beyond it, then turned and gazed up Brandell Boulevard towards the theater.
Wiley Curtis had the radio in his vintage—meaning piece of junk—’78 Cadillac turned up real loud. He whistled along with “Take This Job And Shove It” as he rounded the curve off River Road and onto the far end of Brandell Boulevard about half a mile from where Emma stood.
Emma saw Wiley’s headlights coming around the curve and thinking, maybe that’s Joe, raised the shotgun, sighted up the Boulevard and fired off both barrels.
Wiley, who was just out of shotgun range—that being academic since Emma couldn’t hit anything anyway—tossed the empty Bud can out the window and turned off the Boulevard onto the dirt road that led to his vintage—same meaning—shack halfway up Brandell Ridge.
Emma watched as the headlights disappeared. She shrugged and muttered, “Guess not.”