An Ass Raping in Hell

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A short story written by Christian Tanner

There was a man masturbating in the alley across the street and his shadow reflected heavily off the old red bricks.

 

I flew in this morning and LAX was unexceptionally busy. I had my sight set on a prejudice church group for over a month. I honestly don’t know why I follow them, maybe its because by the off chance I find them all together, I could show up in a military tank and blow them up. My animosity towards them is beyond hate, it’s beyond mad.

The most hated organization in the country had targeted me and my family, and I didn’t know how to feel about it. Being so old, I thought I had felt everything, but they showed me a completely new side of myself. The spokeswoman for the group reigned number one on my shitlist.

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Let me start at the beginning.

Air is thinner on Saturday mornings and the sun shines brighter though the shades. My wife, Shirley, woke me up to tell me Jeremy wanted to talk to me. Around here, it was always a big deal to get to talk to my son.

I ask Shirley, “Will you make a pot of coffee?”

“As always.”

Shirley had been going through a fit of depression since Jeremy had been in Afghanistan for two years and there wasn’t much hope of him coming home anytime soon. Shirley’s shoulders hung lower each day he wasn’t home. The strength of a mother’s love isn’t felt until its gone.

“Hey, dad.” Jeremy said.

“Hello.”

How are you and mom doing?”

I had let out a subtle grunt, “Oh you know, same old ‘you and mom.’”

Tension ticked as each second passed by.

“Look, Jeremy, your mother isn’t doing too well. She needs you home.”

“Dad, you know I’m coming home soon.”

“That’s what you said last year.”

“Well you know when the president was elected, he promised to pull us all out within two years. You know everyone’s deployment changed.”

“That’s going to happen no matter what, Jeremy. You have to understand that it’s up to you when you come back. You need to set a date, and end this for the last time. For your mother. She’s worried sick.”

“It’s not like that. I have a job to do. Dad, I’ll be home as soon as my job is done.”

“You’re a good man, Jeremy. I raised a troop. A man.”

Jeremy smiled and said to me, “Let me talk to mom.”

That was the last thing I said to my son. I will never know what really happened in Iraq, but I know my son died a hero. That group, that cult, they’re getting what’s coming to them.

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15 thoughts on “An Ass Raping in Hell

  1. This was awful, enraging, shocking – and I could not stop reading. You did an incredible job of communicating the absolute despair and skittering thoughts of the main character. The subject matter is horrible (well, those people are, I’ve heard of them). What a story.

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  2. You came to my blog and liked something and I usually try and reciprocate when a new name pops up. I hesitated to visit – the title of the above post popped up in my email and I shied away. Decided to check your blog out today and as another commenter wrote, I couldn’t stop reading this story. I was drawn in and along for the ride. Good writing, for sure. Fiction should poke its nose into the dark corners and you sure did that.

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  3. Very well written, Christian. I don’t live too far from Kansas and I’m sickened by these warped individuals who proclaim themselves Christians. They wouldn’t know Christ if they saw him in the grocery store.

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