War Medal/Behind the FAT CHANCE: 2Shot#3

By Hosho McCreesh

A boy spends a memorable and important day running errands with Buck -- his father's wheelchair-bound best friend, in War Medal.

In Behind the FAT CHANCE, a love-lorn guy decides tonight's the night he makes his move.

About the Author:
Hosho McCreesh is currently writing & painting in the gypsum & caliche badlands of the American Southwest. His work has appeared widely in print, audio, & online.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Hosho McCreesh
• Release date: Nov 20, 2011
• ISBN: 9781452476537

Hosho McCreesh

Hosho McCreesh is currently writing & painting in the gypsum & caliche badlands of the American Southwest. His work has appeared widely in print, audio, & online.

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War Medal/Behind the FAT CHANCE

By Hosho McCreesh

Copyright 2011 Hosho McCreesh

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War Medal

Think tonight I’ll take a few bottles, said Buck as I pushed him along. I guess I’m always pushing Buck around–down to Jack’s, or to the grocery store, or wherever—on account of him being in a wheelchair and all. I don’t much mind it.

Goddamned Fourth of July, Buck said. I don’t wanna have to come back down here with all these amateurs...

Buck was always saying stuff. I hardly ever knew what he meant. I never say so because I like hearing the way he talks. He’d been in a chair ever since the accident–same accident as my Dad’s. My Dad and Buck were best friends and Buck’s always telling stories about them, and the Army, and everything. He’s real funny. I sure like those stories.

See that, kiddo? That’s brains, see—planning ahead. Buck said. That’s one thing they learned us in the service, boy–‘if you fail to plan, then you plan to fail.’

Jack’s Liquor Store wasn’t but a mile down, but the hills always got me. It was the other side of Silver Avenue, and no matter which way we go, we have to make a hill or two. And Buck’s so heavy