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for A.E. Stallings, E.E. Cummings, and William E. Brady by Ron Riekki It started off as your average ordinary everyday Alabama gun show, with people in massive cowboy hats the size of friendships and women with breasts the size of operas and guns the size of fraternity oaths. They had guns for rabbits and guns for cows and guns for Christmas and guns for humans. One little cute boy by the name of Ladislas picked up a gun, pointed it at a policeman and fired. The gun, of course, tore through the aorta of the cop with the ferocity of a beard. It was a little cute boy who made the simple mistake of confusing all of the fake guns and TV guns and movie guns and finger guns and Halloween guns and video game guns he'd seen throughout the entirety of his long, short life. An adult by the name of Roger stood next to him and agreed he didn't know any better either so he picked up a gun and pointed it at the floor and started shooting so that the bullets ricocheted all over the room. It was fun for Roger to watch the bullets bounce like little toy rubber balls and the sound was like magical fireworks. A grandmother named Wendy next to Roger picked up a gun and started firing at the ceiling, because, as everyone knows, no one can get hurt if you fire guns at a ceiling. It's like shooting at the moon, which, as we all know, can never be harmed. The vendors all began shooting too. The fun was seeing who would live and who would drop to the ground and fill the floor with platelets. The entire gun show became an actual gun show with guns and showing and more guns and even more showing. This was what evolution had led us to, the grand kindergarten of our future. It was exactly what Jesus wanted. If Jesus had been there, he would have overturned the moneychangers' tables and turned all of the guns to fish and turned all of the gun-owners into demon-possessed pigs, but Jesus wasn't there, so all that was to be done was to enjoy the sun-haze with its crystal silence that happens after all of the weapons have been emptied and the world is forced to be left with nothing but unbroken peace. Ron Riekki's books include U.P.: a novel, The Way North: Collected Upper Peninsula New Works (a 2014 Michigan Notable Book), and Here: Women Writing on Michigan's Upper Peninsula. His play “Carol” was included in The Best Ten-Minute Plays 2012 and his short story "The Family Jewel" was selected for The Best Small Fictions 2015. |
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