Throw Me Thursday: The Funeral

Downtowns with tar paper flats, and river rats, and roses in the windows. That man walked backward and forward in his beggar’s feet, pitch white hair dragging at his neck,  mumbling out from his rabbit skin jacket in July.

I knew a guy who knew a guy said he died up there with the windows painted shut. It’s been rented out again, the seal broken.

Downtowns pocked with bubble gum stains turned black against the walking shoot heavy sighs from laundromats toward bowling alleys with hard-burned neon. Boy-men pony up, talk shit and girls, light Camels off the backs of their brothers.

That girl, over there, can’t find her man and she’s afraid a cop is going to stop her walking home. The knife in her pocket is on loan.

Between here and there is a river vibrating with carp jumping at themselves, a heaving wallop attacking the dam that just keeps pushing them back down.

Downtowns move in some cities, but this one closed its doughnut delis and cleared out near the interstate. Nothing but a bus station, a pack of one-way streets, and cheap rent. Most of the proselytizers have gone by way of God.


Thank you to the effervescent Jillian Kuhlmann (Return of the Girl) for today’s video suggestion. I couldn’t have been bleak and depressing without you. Huzzah!


About E. Victoria Flynn

E. Victoria Flynn is a mother and a writer living in Southern Wisconsin. Published in a variety of venues, Victoria is currently writing the first in a series of three fantasy novels based on Cornish folklore. When not taking part in a shrieking dance party or engrossed in her own little fictions, Victoria is keen on art, the natural world and people unafraid to explore their own brilliance.
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8 Responses to Throw Me Thursday: The Funeral

  1. Shea MacAran says:

    aahhhh, the story is so strong it is leaking out of the page. and i am breathing a sigh of relief. it’s been a dry week for me – a week of too much stark reality and not enough of where my heart really lives – here, in this story, for one. thanks. i needed that.

  2. Yes. We’ve been there, taken the exit to the boarded ghost towns where community once was alive, where everybody knew each other’s name before the Interstate took over. Well painted portrait Ms. Penny Jar!

  3. marc nash says:

    Great, breathless rhythm to this. A city scape that whizzes by in a blur, a few details able to be picked out, the overall tenor of the place clear as day

  4. Beth Hoffman says:

    Outstanding visuals. Emotionally rich. Cuts to the bone.


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