Bad Tunes
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The world hasn’t heard from Peter Elias in a while. The rock star Peter Elias. The sex symbol Peter Elias. The Peter Elias that the real Peter doesn’t fully understand. He’s placed himself in exile, finding a desolate, rural place away from everything. He had good reasons for this. Dark, horrifying reasons. And he was finally able to make the music stop.
But if you’re Peter Elias, can you resist the one thing that will start the music all over again ... the maddening, delectable consequences of reaching for the woman who just walked through your door?
Mike Zimmerman
Mike Zimmerman is a graduate of Oakland University in Rochester Michigan where he studied History, Political Science, and Social Studies. He is a published author in Renaissance Magazine and likes to write both fiction and non fiction in his spare time. Mike has moved near Phoenix Arizona with his wife, daughter, son, and the family dog Sonny. Some of his hobbies include coaching and playing basketball, sand volleyball leagues, watching movies, going to concerts, and “old school” video games.
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Bad Tunes - Mike Zimmerman
Bad Tunes
Mike Zimmerman
Copyright ©2011 by Mike Zimmerman. All Rights Reserved.
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Peter Elias, yes, the Peter Elias, strummed his six string and a new riff came to mind. Cigarette smoke ground into his lungs. He shifted his legs and accidentally bumped the ashtray, spilling two packs worth into his bedsheets.
Shit,
was all he could manage. Oh well. He could sleep on the ol' divan anyhow. No use for the fuckbed,
as his former bassist, Richie Tingle, called it. The fuckbed had become as obsolete as the rest of Peter's belongings in the past months, past his fuckbedtime.
After three plays, the riff no longer seemed so new. He'd used it for Limelight Blues Parade
seven years ago. His hand tightened around the neck at the realization. Apparently shit was all he could manage.
Rastro the Pupperstink Mutt let off a series of barks from outside, his I'm caught
bark. Peter untangled himself from the guitar, sheets, and butts to find out the major malfunction. Outside, the day was still there, sullen and muggy.
His farmhouse sat back on a five-acre plot of brown grass and dry snot-green apple trees. The apples rotted and served the birds and bees and raccoons, or sometimes Rastro, who subsequently vomited them up on the bedroom carpet at two in the morning. Pupperstink barked again, cursing Peter's casual pace. The mutt had wrapped his chain around an apple tree, not realizing that a few strides in the opposite direction was all he had to do to shut the fuck up.
Walk around,
Peter said.
The black-haired mutt looked up at him in the bedroom window and tilted his head. No dice, the dog yelped. You gotta get me outta this.
There's a song just for you,
muttered Peter. 'Appletree Fuckface.'
Rastro only barked again, and Peter walked down the creaky staircase to the sliding glass door with the torn screen and out into the scratchy grass to free the dumbfuck mutt.
Walk around,
he said, pointing.
Rastro whined and got up on his back legs, kicking his front in excitement, the let's play
mode. Peter stiffened, curling his toes in the grass. Feeling his growing beard, his growing gorge. Trying to stop himself. Praying to stop himself.
Walk around,
he repeated stiffly.
Rastro panted and kicked up his legs again. Another bark. A cicada's whine keened up from somewhere on the five-acre plot, high and intense. Buzzing, crying. Or was it just in his head? Just in his vicious, unforgiving head . . .
Goddamn you, I said walk around!"
Peter's hand swooped and his nails dug into Rastro's face on impact. The dog screeched, remembering the score. He tried to run the other way, but Peter's handful of hair and ear squeezed out howls like juice from overripe fruit.
Before rupture, Peter released him and stepped back. He shook away hairs from his fingers.
Rastro whined and walked around the tree trunk, tail curled up around testicles, head three inches from the burned-out lawn. He hurried to the