True ‘Rant’ story. I grew up in the desert, where we’d get these hurricane-force dust storms. Our nearest neighbors had several teenaged daughters, and their trash would always spill in the wind. Our dogs would go crazy from some invisible prompt, and my mother and sisters would be compelled to take paper sacks out into the fields and “pick” the used sanitary napkins off the barbed-wire fences where they’d snagged. It was a grim, icky ritual, but I used it in ‘Rant’ as a kind-of memorial. Ah, life in the country….
Chuck Palahniuk answered my question. Melting.
I walked out the door. There is no memory left.
I’m twelve. But I’ve been twelve for a long time.
Let the Right One In (2008)