
Jack Goes Home
- I heard a sound.
A wind.
A strong wind.
And then a whisper in that wind.
Remnants. Fragments.
Shattered pieces
of an illusive memory
steeped in pixilated streaks
and auto-tracked frames.
A laugh, a kiss.
Where am I?
In your arms? Your lap?
On your shoulders?
Tap, tap, tapping like the rap,
rap, rapping of the raven.
and that snow would become ice.
That ice will melt back
to the sky.
We are born of muscle,
of meat and of blood.
Not from loving arms,
nor brutality or harm.
Brother, sister, mother, father.
We are lodged and trapped
in every pore.
But that is our skin,
nothing more.
We are at one
with the floorboards,
the tin roof and the sky.
We are left with two questions.
- Hey, Jacks.
Hello?
- Hey.
precious company time again?
Assholes just complain.
- True. How long
till the big day again?
- Three more months
and I'll be a daddy.
- It's Andy, right?
- Unless he got a sex change
in the womb,
yes, that's the plan.
- That's so awesome, bro.
- Thanks. Don't call me bro.
We're not 17.
It makes you seem old.
Depressing.
- Look, asshole, I was just
gonna get a cup of coffee.
Do you want something or not?
- No, I'm good. Thanks, man.
- I see. Man's okay, not bro.
- You are a man, right?
Thus I can call you as such.
However, you are not my brother.
Does that make sense?
You see the difference?
- Dude, you're such a dick.
See ya later.
- Jack Thurlow.
- Jack Thurlow?
- Yep. Just said it.
- Derrick Thompson with Hudson
valley sheriff's department.
I'm sorry to tell you,
but there's been an accident.
- Wh-wh-what kind of accident?
- Your parents...
Damien and Theresa Thurlow...
They... they lost control
of their car last night.
- Are they alright?
- I'm so sorry.
- Hi, babe.
- Hiya, beautiful.
- How's our tree house?
- Ah, it's alright.
Same ol', same ol'. How's, um...
How's your grandmother?
- Hmm...
Hold on.
Sorry. I just didn't want
my mom or uncle to hear this.
Baby, she's fucking dying.
And no one will admit it.
It's like they're too English
or something.
I'm just...
tired.
- Well... why are you still up?
- Um... I don't know.
Couldn't sleep. I...
My uncle's house
is really creepy.
The wind...
Just rattles and rattles.
Taps and taps.
But, hey, the good news!
- Let me see.
- Hey, what's that jacket
you're wearing?
- Hmm? Oh, it's, uh...
It's my dad's.
He died today.
- What?
- Yeah, uh... he and my mom
were at the cabin and apparently
when they were driving
back to the city,
they lost control of the car
and flew off the highway.
My mom made it. Minor injuries.
She's home now, but, um...
Yeah, my dad's...
My dad's dead.
They didn't wanna give details,
but I got them anyway.
So I guess the...
The windshield severed his head
clean off his body,
I guess there was still some...
Ligaments attached
to the back of his neck.
And then the wheel
broke all of his ribs
and caused
massive internal bleeding,
which would've killed him
anyway,
regardless of his head
getting chopped off.
F*ck, man.
- Baby...
Love of my life...
I-I don't know what to say.
I don't know... what to do.
- Do? Say?
There's nothing to do or say.
Um... we live, we drive,
we crash, we die.
Had to happen sometime.
- Jack... you're scaring me.
- What do you mean? I'm fine.
Like,
It's weird. It's crazy, right?
- Your dad was your best friend.
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