The Sticks

By JF Smith

Percy’s given up. He’s given up and wants to be as far away as possible from the place that has been the source of his troubles all his life. But to his disappointment, he finds himself in the last place he expected. And a chance encounter with a redneck and a stubborn hound dog aren’t helping, either. That is... until they do.

Invincibility can be found in the strangest places.

This short story by JF Smith imagines that, perhaps, very big things can happen in very small moments.

• Language: English
• Publisher: JF Smith
• Release date: Apr 25, 2012
• ISBN: 9781476463285

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The Sticks

JF Smith

Copyright 2012 by JF Smith

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Acknowledgments

Many, many thanks to M.B. Smith, who provided the illustration for the cover of this story.

Disclaimer

This story is a work of fiction. All events, persons, and hound dogs in this creative work are fictitious, and any similarities to actual events, persons, or hound dogs, living or dead, are strictly and entirely coincidental.

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The Sticks

An owl hooted nearby, but even a sound as soft as that shot a hot bolt of pain through his head like lightening hitting the bullseye. He scrunched his eyes closed even tighter than they were to begin with as it settled into a sharp throbbing.

He could hear the slow flapping of large wings and knew the owl must be somewhere nearby, but he didn’t care about looking for it right now. Once you’d seen one owl, you’d seen plenty. Percy lay still and kept his eyes shut and gave the pain a moment or two to die down, his mouth pulled into a grimace, as if that somehow lessened it.

A few minutes later, a few quiet minutes later, it had all dulled down to an indistinct soreness. He kept his eyes closed and stayed prone on the ground for a few more minutes, waiting. He thought about… being done.

Eventually his curiosity got the better of him, and Percy, despite a little trepidation, opened his eyes slowly. He looked straight up into an even, gray overcast sky. So evenly overcast, it was hard to tell where the sun was or what time of day it was. There appeared to be no east or west. No dawn or dusk. No early or late. It was perfectly impossible to tell, and if he didn’t know better, he’d be inclined to say time didn’t exist.

Percy let a small, startled gasp escape and his hand jerked up to his chin. He felt around under his jaw, but wound up scratching himself there since all he felt was a slight itch. Even the

Reviews for The Sticks

[Sweet cupcake · Rating: 4 out of 5 stars]

It was profound and I wish it was extended just a little to show how Percy coped.