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*based on a true story actually

Everything is not always violent and bleak and full of despair here in the wasteland, but it seems to me that when the good news finally come every once in a while - they do so with a tinge of blood anyway. 

I've found 'er some two miles north-east of Oilville in what was once a pool, now just an empty concrete hole in the ground. All curled up an' dirty, she must have fallen down and now she couldn't get out. Honestly, she looked like a carcass already but I noticed some breathing rhythm on that little patch of fur. And then... as if hearing something, that head of hers rose and those eyes opened up on me - all bloodshot, crazy, rabid and totally blind. An' between those eyes was an unmistakable mark of a gunshot wound. Right between the eyes was a black dried up fucking bloody gunshot wound! Somewhere in that half-cracked cranium, in her brain was a bullet, and yet she was breathing?

Shot in the head and losing sight completely - it suddenly made more sense how a coyote would fall down into this hole that was to be her coffin. She must have been wandering for days with a piece of lead in her head, blind, bleeding, lost completely. Yet something kept her going, a simple coyote just couldn't quit this game of life, not without a fight. Life isn't precious nowadays, but watching this blind, trapped and half dead animal fight for it made me ponder the true meaning of life. Isn't this what all of us do - strugling to survive despite a clear message from God: "you're done".

So I jumped down into the pool, the concrete chamber resonating when I landed heavy. She was startled. It was a grizzly, yet majestic sight but I managed to avoid her teeth and subdue her by wrapping my leather jacket around her broken, tired body. All wrapped up, but still alive, I dropped her off at my buddy who owns a farm in Pass Chris. He'll treat her right, or at least mark her grave when she loses her battle. This was no ordinary coyote.

That was one month ago...

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Today, coming back from the Northfields and going down that same dusty path south, passing the tunnel and stopping at Pass Chris I must admit I was madly hopeful to check out on my buddy at the farm. Suddenly, little coyote's heroics and battle with death a month ago made perfect sense, for she was carrying a mystery of Life in her belly at the time. Everything is not always violent and bleak and full of despair here in the wasteland, but it seems to me that when the good news finally come every once in a while - they do so with a tinge of blood anyway. 

 

 

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Comments

Joe Spivey's picture

Such a sad, brave, hopeful story.

Stick with me kid and you'll be farting through silk.

Shiu's picture

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Veronica Volt's picture

((*wipes away a tear* A beautiful story this is.



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