Flash: Hunan Fare

By John Hayes

Musical production by Toby Chappell — now available for your podcast soundtracking needs. Ask him while he’s feeling generous.

Story read by Ben Phillips

Pop some shrooms and get a load of this:

Each night I have the same dream. I am sitting on a white donkey and a noose fashioned from strong Asian hemp is tightened around my throat by six laughing women. The smile fades from the tallest woman and she leaps onto a hickory tree and scampers along a stout limb. Carla’s sister tosses the rope to the tall woman who knots it about the limb. I lean forward and shield the donkey’s eyes. A cowgirl removes a derringer lodged between her breasts. She places the weapon against the donkey’s head and shoots. The donkey falls and my body swings in the thin night air of the third moon of the fifth planet from Being, the blazing star.

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01
October 26th, 2007 1:05 pm

Wonderfully Surreal. Excellent.

More flash please!

02
October 27th, 2007 3:07 pm

Loved it! I’d like to see more flashes, too. :-)

03
Ben
October 28th, 2007 2:36 pm

creative, but one question: why hunan?

04
B
November 6th, 2007 7:33 pm

I didn’t get this one.

05
Spork
November 10th, 2007 10:50 pm

Whiskey Tango Foxtrot!?

This was a waste of megabytes. It made no sense, and there was too much audio trickery rather than actual story telling.

Please don’t play around with the feed like this again. It was really, really bad.

06
TritonBlue
November 12th, 2007 1:05 am

this one really bothered me, akin to some alien snuff film. one of the few i’ve saved in iTunes.

07
Scatterbrain
February 23rd, 2008 7:09 pm

I have no idea what’s going on, but the first dream sequence sounds exactly like a Honda advert.

08
Mari Mitchell
April 10th, 2008 2:39 pm

okay… sureal but… ummm

09
Legion
June 24th, 2008 7:23 pm

Just outstanding. I’ve been tracking my own nightmares for a while now. Nice to see the absurd, surreal, and murderous expressed as matter-of-factly as one’s own subconscious does to you every night.

10
July 25th, 2009 1:34 am

I heard “I wish Carla were alive,” and I thought What an awesome closing line! Then it went on and I thought, Great, you ruined it.