Phyliss/Force of Nature


     Phyliss arrived in time to catch Carl sitting in his hangar drinking a beer with his feet up on the desk he had put there in a corner.   She had the legitimate excuse of being there since she was again to pick up Harvey and take him back to Raleigh after his weekend crop dusting success.

       By now Phyliss knew that she was beautiful and that it did mean that sometimes she could get what she wanted for it.

       Phyliss wanted Carl and didn’t much give a damn whether she should or should not get what she wanted.

      When Carl saw her past the red wing of the plane back lit wearing a red dress against the blue sky mixed with reflections of red dirt and green grass the cream of her skin and the light in the red hair coffed and wild at the same time awed him and paralized him so much as to put a look of stupidity on his face that he found uncomfortable.

       He looked down at her feet and saw the shoes girls called fuck me pumps and pulled himself together and smiled and said,   "Nice to see you."

       Phyliss walked into the hangar and sat down on the landing gear wheel and got a pack of cigarettes and her lighter out of her blue and white purse and lighting a cigarette looked up as Carl took a beer out of a paper bag and took the top off with a church key and stood up and took it to her.

       She looked up at Carl as he gave her the beer bottle.

       "Harvey must be landing soon."   Carl said.

       Phyliss looked at her watch and as Carl receded back to his chair and desk pointing to a bench seat out of the back of a wreck he had salvaged and put in the hangar for a couch saying,  "When your butt gets sore from sitting on that tire you might try the couch."

         "I got my shopping done early and was bored and came out early.   Harvey won’t land for an hour and I’m hungry."    She blew out a puff of smoke and stood up under the wing and walked the three steps and stood infront of Carl looking down at him as he pulled out a drawer where there was a pistol and some sardines and some crackers.

       Carl got the tins out and put them on the desk and said,   "This is all I’ve got, you’re welcome to it."

        Phyliss took the sardines and crackers and sat down on the black car seat and putting the tins next to her thought about her dress and asked Carl if he had any napkins.

       Carl got some red rags and she put all the food on his desk and opened the sardine tin and the cracker tin and put sardines on the crackers and they ate them while they looked out on the field at the airplanes and got drunk waiting for Harvey 05be, but really flirting very seriously.


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About Russell Scott Day

I come from sailors and priests. My aim is to prevent apocalyptic riot, better known as nuclear war, when I was growing up. Creating a nation of airports will create the peace enough environment to prevent apocalyptic riot. I had a vision due to a period of boredom and bliss like the Aleph of Borges. That is the story I learned and was made up and happens.

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