Desperado: Introduction
#1 of Desperado
This is not only the first thing I've ever posted here, but its also the first "story" I've ever written. I'm only going to upload the Introduction first and see what people say about it before I (probably) revise the other chapters. Everything I've written so far seems devoid of something, so please tell me your likes/dislikes, or any suggestions you have. I suppose if at least one person reads and likes it, then it's alright.
Beep! Beep! Beep!
"Oh, fuck off!"
The sound of empty beer cans falling 3 feet to the ground probably would've been heard throughout the run down single-wide, if anyone else was around to hear them. Such as it was, only one rusty furred arm veered around to smack the little black box with the green LED display that made his morning turn to hell at 6:45am, thus sending a dozen blue cans careening across the small bedroom. With sighs and grunts of irritation, the form under the bedsheets stirred and swung two digitigraded legs to the dirty carpet.
"Fuck, it's too bright for this shit." was the overstatement of the year, because with the blinds shut and the sun just beginning to peek over the mountains, little light made it into the dusty room from the outside world. For Clayton Blackmill's hangover, though, that wasn't an unreasonable observation. Placing a hand over his muzzle, the coyote stood up and stumbled to his disgusting linoleum-floored bathroom. Squeaking, the shower knobs turned on briefly with only a small drizzle or reddish-brown water that stopped flowing within a matter of seconds. Are you kidding me? he inwardly thought while out loud Clay exclaimed profanities directed at his landlord whom he hated. Clayton knew that the water was shut off because his payments were two months late, but like most of the alcoholic trailer trash that lived in the mobile court, he blamed everyone else for his problems. Unlike the others he didn't stand in the unemployment line. Remembering that he was going to be late again got his attention; he smoothed his matted fur with one paw while he grabbed a pair of cargo work shorts with the other and made his way into the kitchen to see a green blinking light on the answering machine.
Beep! "You have two new messages!" said the automated female voice. Clay often wondered what species she was on the nights he felt extremely lonely.
"Yeah baby, play that shit for daddy." Grinning he pressed play while slipping his shorts on and fastening his belt.
"Hey there Clay, it's your brother. Been a while since we last talked-" Jesus, here he goes again he thought while he buttoned up a grey flannel shirt and secured a wool coat around his abdomen"-after mom died you've been distant." Who the hell does he think he is? "Now with dad gone too I never hear from you. If you ever want to talk, call me." Fuckin' college graduate.
"End of message. Next message."
Beep! "Blackmill, are you going to show up today or do I need to call Aidan?" Clayton deleted both messages and put his black knit stocking cap on before he was out the door and jumping into his '88 pick-up. "lets go to work." Ending on that he fired up the old stick shift and rumbled out of the overgrown gravel driveway to the docks.