C4 antho - Chamber Four

~120~ The Chamber Four Fiction Anthology
school. There’s this store just down the street from
the room Dad and I share where we can pick up
Tylenol and rent VHS tapes, though most of them are
John Candy movies from the 80s. Remember Summer
Rental?
It’s not as good as everyone says. It’s sort of like The
Great Outdoors, only with fewer raccoons.
Anyway, if you feel like picking me up, please note
the return address. I will keep my duffel packed.
Sincerely yours,
Frankie.
I almost mailed it, I really did, though I doubted it was
worth the stamp.
* * * *
Within the first twenty-four hours of the natural life, Dad
managed to blatantly violate the “no erection” policy on at
least four separate occasions.
“I can’t help it,” he whined his eyes gazing out at the
others. “Honestly, I don’t know how you can help it. You
must be some kind of Jedi Knight...”
“Dad, I really got to go,” I said, hoping to simultaneously
drop the conversation.
“Where to?” he asked, his privates waggling in my direction.
“You find a lucky lady?”
“Dad,” I hissed, “this isn’t some kind of...dating service.”
He laughed.
“Who said anything about dating?”
“Well, it’s just that you’ve been sort of...sporting that
erection for awhile now.”