Comedy · Fiction · Writing

Calling All Cars #9: The Mechanical Mule and The Touch

The rain wears heavy onto our bodies. It is cold and vicious. Our old mechanical mule decided that it had had enough of the cold eye drops from God. We had to carry it back to the barn. Jobee and I had to push the load all the way back. We accidentally touched hands. Jobee looked at me and said, “that’s the first time you touched me in years.” I give him a weird glance.

“Dude, don’t be weird.”

“Do you touch Mojo Cocoa like that?”

“…yeah, totally.”

We both laugh and put that old piece of shit back in the barn.


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