Flowers in a Dumpster
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COPYRIGHT ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
“The Support Group” was originally published on the site deviantart.com as the 1st runner up in Clive Barker's “Men of the City Contest” in December of 2014. “Transformations” appeared in the now defunct online e-zine The Harrow Vol 11, No 9 (2008). “The Last Men on Earth” was self-published as a digital short in December of 2011. “Welcome” appeared in The Harrow Vol 9, No 2 (2006). “Welcome Back” also appeared in The Harrow Vol 10, No 7 (2007). All the rights for these stories have reverted back to the author. All the rest are original to the collection.
TABLE OF CONTENTS
PAST LIVES
THE SUPPORT GROUP
WELCOME
TRANSFORMATIONS
THE BONADVENTURE
A HELPING HAND
THE POSSESSION
THE LOCKED TOWER
EXPECTANT
THE LAST MEN ON EARTH
SIMILAR INTERESTS
WALKING TALKING JESUS
SURVIVAL OF THE FITTEST
LAND OF PLENTY
WHAT SHE NEEDS
WELCOME BACK
KINDRED SPIRIT
PAST LIVES
Sadie spotted the stranger first.
“Miguel, there’s someone coming!”
A dark-skinned man, wearing dusty jeans, bolted out of the doublewide mobile home shotgun in hand. “Where?”
Sadie pointed down the dirt road to the approaching figure. Dust billowed around the distant stranger, a tall, emaciated white man dressed in rags. He moved quickly, weaving slightly.
“Sadie, get inside.”
“But Miguel—”
“Get inside and watch Zeke.” Reluctantly, Sadie did as she was told and disappeared inside with their son. As the silver-haired stranger drew closer, Miguel lifted the shotgun and pointed it at the man. “Just keep walking, amigo.”
The stranger held out two empty, bleeding hands. “Please . . . if you could just spare a drop of water.”
“Got nothing for you here expect some buckshot. Just keep moving. We don’t want any trouble.”
“I don’t either. Trust me, I’ve had enough trouble.”
The stranger turned, exposing the left side of his face. Miguel gasped at the sight of those ugly red burn scars. The left ear was singed off completely, and so much scar tissue surrounded the left eye Miguel was certain the stranger couldn’t see out of it. “What happened to you?”
“A year and a half ago I was in what used to be New York, roasting a rat I managed to catch over a fire I built in an old trash barrel. A gang of guys ambushed me. It wasn’t enough just to take my meal and shoes, they stuck the side of my head in the flames.”
“Well, we’ve all got sob stories,” Miguel said in a neutral tone.
“Just . . . please! I haven’t had anything to drink in over a day, nothing to eat in almost a week. Just anything . . . a drop, a crumb. I’m begging you to show a little mercy.”
“We’re all out of mercy here.”
“Miguel,” a voice hissed from behind. He turned to see his wife standing in the doorway.
“Woman, I told you to stay inside.”
“Woman? Don’t go all alpha male on me. We have enough to share a meal with someone in need.”
“Sadie, you’re too trusting.”
“I’m not a fool, Miguel. Look at him. It’s obvious he doesn’t have weapons, and he’s so frail. Even Zeke could take him in a fight.”
Miguel turned back to the stranger, the gun never wavering. “What are you doing so far off the beaten path?”
“The cities aren’t safe. I learned that the hard way. Scavengers and thugs have taken over. I figured ‘off the beaten path’ would be safer.”
“That’s why we’re out here, but it’s not without its dangers. Still have to protect what’s yours.”
The stranger held out his hands again. “I’m not a threat. I know you’ve got no reason to trust me, but keep the gun on me the whole time. I’m fine with that. Please, just a bit of sustenance, a place to rest for a while, then I’ll be on my way.”
Sadie made the decision by walking past Miguel and taking the stranger’s arm. The man stumbled, and fell against her. “Miguel, put that damn gun down. Get over here and help me get him inside.”
He growled in frustration but leaned the gun against the side of the mobile home. He took the other man’s shockingly frail arm. The stranger kept thanking them as they helped him up the steps and through the door. He collapsed into a torn recliner that bled stuffing from several rips. Even though his skin was hot to the touch, he shivered.
Miguel stepped back outside and retrieved the shotgun, training it on the stranger once more.
Sadie shot him a venomous glare. “Is that really necessary?”
“He said I could keep the gun on him.”
“It’s fine,” the stranger said in a quavering voice. “I’m just grateful to be out of that sun, even for a minute.”
He was out of the sun, true, but without electricity to run air conditioning or a fan, it was just as hot inside as out. Miguel found it even more stifling in the mobile home, which was why he spent most of the day outdoors, working in the garden or down at the lake.
“Zeke,” Sadie called, “come out here.”
“Woman, leave the boy out of it.”
“Stop calling me Woman like that or I’m going to slap your face, Man. If we can’t show a little kindness and charity then we’ve truly ceased to be human. Is that what you want for our son, to lose his humanity?”
Miguel didn’t have an answer, so he stepped back and let Sadie take over. But he did not lower the gun.
Zeke came out of his room and entered the living room cautiously, keeping his distance from the stranger. He looked afraid but also curious. It’s been years since he’d seen anyone other than his parents. He was only twelve, but in many ways he was already a man. This new world was not a place for children.
Sadie said the boy’s name three times before he tore his eyes away from the stranger and looked at her. “Run down and fetch some water for our guest.”
“Guest?” Miguel said, raising an eyebrow.
Sadie ignored him and clapped her hands, causing Zeke to jump. “Hurry.” Zeke nodded then disappeared out the door. Turning to the stranger, Sadie said, “I’m going to fix you a little something to put in your belly. If you really haven’t eaten in a week, it’s best not to gorge yourself. You’ll only make yourself sick. We do have some fresh veggies from the garden, though. I’ll make you a small salad.” She turned her eyes to her husband. “You, behave yourself.”
After Sadie left through the archway,
heading into the kitchen area, Miguel took a seat on the sagging sofa directly opposite the stranger. He placed the gun across his lap, but his grip remained firm.
The stranger had closed his eyes. Miguel assumed he was asleep until the man suddenly said, “I am sorry for intruding on your family this way.” Miguel grunted in response. Opening his one good eye, the stranger lifted his head slightly but allowed it to drop back against the cushion for lack of strength. “So are you folks from this area originally . . . I mean, before everything went to hell?”
At first Miguel didn’t answer, but finally he said, “Look, Mister—”
“Edwin, my name is Edwin.”
“I don’t really care. Let’s just get something straight here. We’re going to give you some water, some grub, then you hit the road. This is a rest stop for you, nothing more. We’re not buddies.”
“We’re both from Texas, though Miguel’s family is from Mexico originally,” Sadie said, returning with a plate of sliced cucumber, tomato, carrot, and onion. “Sorry, we don’t have anything in the way of salad dressing.”
Edwin smiled only for a second—the effort to raise the corners of his lips seemed monumental. “That’s quite alright, ma’am.”
“Sadie.”
“Thank you, Sadie. You’re a true Christian lady.”
Edwin speared a slice of cucumber with the fork and tried to bring it to his mouth. His hand shook violently, making it difficult for him to hit his mark. Without a word, Sadie sat on one of the chair’s arms, took the plate from Edwin and proceeded to feed him as if he were a young child.
Zeke returned at that moment, carrying a slightly crumpled plastic water bottle. Sadie motioned the boy over. At first he seemed reluctant and glanced at his father. Miguel begrudgingly nodded. He walked slowly over to the recliner and held the bottle out.
With another of those faint, transitory smiles, Edwin took the bottle. “My God, it’s actually cool.”
“Miguel came up with a system,” Sadie said with such genuine pride Miguel smiled despite himself. “We get the water from the lake about a half mile behind the house, boil it, then we bottle the water and keep it in a net that’s submerged in the lake itself. It doesn’t keep it ice cold or anything, but keeps it cool.”
Edwin took a deep swallow of the water. He coughed and sputtered, prompting Sadie to pat him on the back a few times. When the fit passed, he took a few more tentative sips. “This is like a little bit of Heaven in a bottle.”
Zeke sat next to his father, his eyes glued to the stranger. Miguel couldn’t really blame him. Not only was it someone new, the scaring on the left side of the man’s face made it hard to look away.
“So where are you from, Edwin?” Sadie asked as she continued to feed him the vegetables.
He chewed methodically, swallowing with some trouble and washing it all down with the water. “Well, I was born and raised in Ohio, but I was living in the North East when everything went down.”
“And what brought you down south?”
“I spent last winter in what had once been a Buddhist monastery in West Virginia. It was rough. I figured a warmer climate would do me better this year.”
Sadie nodded and continued feeding him until the plate was clean, after which she stood and looked over at her husband. “Come help me in the kitchen.”
“I really think I should—”
“You should really come help me in the kitchen.”
Before Miguel could say anything more, Sadie turned and headed through the archway.
Miguel sighed and handed the gun to Zeke. They’d started teaching the boy how to use firearms three years ago. In the distant past Miguel had abhorred guns, been a proponent of gun control legislation. He would have considered allowing a twelve year old to handle a weapon akin to child abuse, but he lived in a different world now. Being able to defend yourself was an unfortunate reality they all had to accept.
Leaving Zeke to watch over Edwin, Miguel followed after his wife. She leaned against the counter with her arms folded across her chest. He recognized the look on her face. “No, Sadie. Don’t even think about it.”
“You don’t know what I’m going to say.”
“I most certainly do, and we’re not keeping him. He’s not a stray cat.”
“I think we should at least let him stay the night.”
“I already said no.”
“The man can barely stand. He couldn’t even feed himself.”
“That could just be an act to get us to let our guard down.”
Now Sadie put her hands on her hips and tilted her head. “You can see the man as well as I can, and I know you don’t believe that.”
She knew him better than anyone ever had. There was little he could hide from her. “Be that as it may, he’s not staying here.”
“Just one night, Miguel. That’s all. Let him have dinner with us, sleep in an actual bed, get rested up before he continues on. One night.”
Miguel chewed this over for a couple of minutes, his eyes darting between his wife and the archway, through which he could see the frail man in the living room. Finally he said, “Okay, but only one night. And I mean that. Not one night that turns into two that turns into a week that turns into a month. He’s out the door bright and early tomorrow morning.”
Sadie smiled and reached up on tiptoes to deliver a kiss to Miguel’s cheek. “Thank you. It’s nice to know the compassionate man I fell in love with all those years ago is still in there.”
“You keep him alive,” Miguel said then gave her a real kiss.
***
As the sun slipped below the horizon, Miguel lit the torch lamps in the backyard and started to cook dinner on the grill. He had no charcoal, but his crude fire, made from twigs and paper scraps, got the job done. The sizzling meat caused Miguel’s mouth to water and his stomach to growl.
Behind him, the family sat at the wooden picnic table, Zeke on one side, Sadie and Edwin on the other. The stranger seemed to be regaining some of his strength. He was still weak and shaky, but he’d managed to walk out to the picnic table by himself and stumbled only once.
“So this is possum meat, you said?” Edwin asked.
Miguel nodded, flipping over a hunk of meat with a bent barbeque fork. “I set up a few traps down by the lake. I catch a few from time to time.”
Sadie laughed, and even without looking over his shoulder, he could tell from the sound that she was embarrassed. “I know it might seem a little gross, eating possum . . . ”
“Oh, not at all,” Edwin assured with a flip of his hand. “When I was in New York, I practically survived on rat. And it has been so long since I’ve had meat of any kind, I’m grateful that you are willing to share.”
“Think nothing of it. You know, it tastes pretty good. I even dry some of the meat and make it into a jerky.”
“Really? Possum jerky?”
“Yeah,” Miguel affirmed. “We’ll give you some for the road when you leave tomorrow.”
“Don’t be rude,” Sadie said.
Edwin laughed. “It’s okay. I promise I won’t overstay my welcome. I hope to make it to Florida by winter. I’m thankful for the hospitality you have shown me, but I’ll be moving on tomorrow.”
Miguel said, “Good,” and started transferring the meat to a chipped plate. On the grill, he tossed some large hunks of potato and carrot to roast. That didn’t take long. He brought everything to the table, dividing up the food equally among the four of them, and took a seat next to Zeke.
Before anyone started eating, Sadie insisted everyone hold hands, bow their heads and say grace. She offered up the prayer, as usual: “Dear Lord, I just want to thank you for protecting this family and keeping us safe even in these crazy times. Thank you for providing this food we are about to consume, and use it to nourish our bodies and keep us healthy and strong. And Lord, I also want to thank you for guiding Edwin to our door. We will treat him with the kindness and generosity with which you treat us. Amen.”
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nbsp; Everyone muttered an “Amen” in response then dug in.
At first they ate in silence, but then Edwin moaned low and said, “This is absolutely delicious. Miguel, were you a cook in your former life?”
Miguel snorted a laugh but didn’t answer.
“Actually, Miguel was a kindergarten teacher,” Sadie answered for him.
Edwin chortled. “Really?”
“That surprise you?” Miguel asked, chewing on a rather tough piece of possum.
“Honestly . . . yeah. A little.”
Miguel shrugged. “Well, I was different back then. The world was different back then.”
“No argument there.”
Sadie said, “What about you, Edwin?”
“What about me?”
“What did you do back when the world was different?”
“Oh, I was a lawyer, um, once upon a time. Not much use for those now.”
“Wasn’t much use for them then, either,” Miguel muttered.
“Again, no argument there.”
“I was a nurse,” Sadie said.
Edwin smiled at her. “Now that I have no trouble seeing.” Then he looked across the table at Zeke. “And what about you, young man? What were you before the world went and fell apart on us? A doctor? An astronaut?”
Zeke stuffed a hunk of potato in his mouth and shrugged.
“Zeke was only seven when the sickness started,” Sadie whispered, picking up a piece of carrot then putting it back down, as if this topic had robbed her of her appetite. “Which means it has only been five years. Feels like a hundred. Sometimes I think I can barely remember what life was like . . . before.”
Edwin nodded. “When the sickness hit, it swept through the world pretty fast. Who would have thought that life as we knew it could collapse so completely, so quickly?”
“I’ll tell you what I do remember,” Sadie said. “The news reports. We’d gather around as a family and watch. I mean, we were scared enough just seeing what was happening in our own city. At first it seemed like a simple case of the flu, but the sick people didn’t get better, and many were dead within a week of contracting the illness. The news gave us conflicting reports about the cause, how to treat it, how to prevent it, but one thing was clear—it was happening everywhere.”