PseudoPod 154: Raising Eddie


Raising Eddie

by Mark Felps


Eddie had the little .22 semi-automatic that we used for shooting rabbit and squirrel, and I had Daddy’s .30-06. It was his favorite deer gun, and he would have tanned my hide if he knew I had it. That day wasn’t the first time we’d come down to the creek to shoot. We didn’t do it all the time, because sometimes the guns cracked so loud that our neighbor across the creek, Mr. Davenport, would hear and call up Momma. Most times, we shot on the bank of the creek, setting up dirty beer bottles – leftovers from teenage parties. It was our land, and we kept it fenced, but a fence never did mean much to a kid of any age.

When we got to the ghost house, Eddie didn’t want to go any further. He didn’t start fussing, but he started dragging his feet, covering his Keds with dust. I wasn’t in the mood to fight with him, so I just kept walking. Faced with being alone in the woods, or with his big brother at the ghost house, Eddie came on along. I wonder, sometimes, if he knew something. If he had some sort of feeling about what was going to happen. It’s the kind of thing that can drive you crazy. If you let it.

About the Author

Mark Felps

Mark is a writer living in the DFW Metroplex of Texas. He was born with a congenital mood defect, but neurolinguistic shamans from Zeta Tau taught him special writing techniques to help compensate for his hideous deformities of character.

He is rumored to be owned by the goddess of spring from a particularly disreputable pantheon and two cats, with pretensions of godhood.

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Cayenne Chris Conroy

The creative force behind the Teknikal Diffkulties Podcast.

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