MONO ISSUE 2 - Flipbook - Page 85
FLUFFY'S FRONT YARD
by Steven Davis
I MET TONYA WHEN I was working my afternoon shift in The Groove, that record store.
The other guys in the store were drooling over her. She came in two or three times, and
we flirted some, and then one day, she asked me if I wanted to visit her and see her
bunny. I would love to see your bunny, I told her sincerely.
Her place was sweet, like her, and all made out a hippy pad, with candles and incense,
Indian prints hanging the walls, screens and beaded curtains, that kind of thing. She was
listening to Ravi Shankar. “Fluffy,” she whispered, looking in the corners.
“Well, she got lost, and I almost went mad with grief,” Tonya said brightly, “Then Eric
found her, and oh I was so happy I cried. Good old Eric.” Tonya got up and lit a roach.
She took two quick tugs on it then threw it away.
“I haven’t got any beer,” she said, “but there’s some uh I think schnapps or strawberry
wine or something.”
“Where was she?” I asked. Tonya bent over to pull off her sandal; I feasted my eyes
on her cute little cleavage. They were like little peaches, just ripe. “What,” she asked,
distracted. “Where was she, Fluffy, when she was found?”
The beautiful Tonya wafted around her place like fresh breeze, luscious in a light
summer dress that clung to her. I watched her body under her clothes as she moved,
petite with curves. Really sweet. She seemed a little nervous to have me there.
“Oh well, she was around back.”
“Around back? You mean in the back...”
“Back yard, that’s right.” I thought about that one. How lost could she have been?
Tonya kept up a constant search under the chairs and couches hoping to find her
rabbit, Fluffy, and during this search, she kept snuffing and relighting the candles. Finally
she sat and smiled as she looked at me, telling me about Fluffy.
Then this guy Eric comes in. Tonya introduces him as her roommate and goes for the
drinks. “Man, I’m sorry if I interrupted your thing with Tonya,” I said. She invited “Not
to worry, man, I’m really her roommate and nothing between us.”
“OK,” I say.
“But you know her name is Loretta, right?” Eric asked me.
“What?”
“That’s right, but now that I think of it...yeah, just a day or two ago she told me she
was going to change her name to Tonya, I forgot, so yeah I guess she’s Tonya.”
She returned with coffee cups and a large bottle of schnapps, peppermint I think. Not
what I prefer but it’d do. She poured me about an inch in the bottom of my cup. Eric
declined. She filled her cup almost full then took the bottle back into the kitchen, calling
softly as she went, “Fluffy, Fluffy.”
“Did you look in the cage?” said Eric.
Tonya flew to the front porch and came back with a brown lump of fur, Fluffy, its huge
goofy ears draping Tonya’s little peaches. I thought right away that the rabbit did not
look its best, not sick, but extremely agitated, fearing for its life as Tonya hugged it to
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