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RUSSELL BRADBURY-CARLIN is a part-time writer living in Western MA. His stories and poetry have appeared in McSweeney’s Internet Tendency, Rattle, Pindeldyboz, and Monkeybicycle amongst others. You can find him at russellbradburycarlin.com. December 2011 17
Bones by Joseph Alan Hasinger We used to take the bones that Aldan Jr. found and haul them back through the woods and up the hills to our house in paper sacks. We lived pretty close to the river, and at night I’d sit on my bed with my back against the wall, cleaning my rifle, maybe, or reading a comic book, and watch him glue things back together, the breeze and the smell of the mud coming off the water and through the open window. He’d sit on our bedroom floor with the bones scattered before him like pieces of a jigsaw puzzle, staring and thinking and scratching his head. Most times he’d make things just the way God had; a bird was a bird, a squirrel, a squirrel. But some nights, if he was in a mood, or either missing enough parts, he’d start in on his own kind of creation, putting bones of one thing with bones of another, or two others, or three, till he had something altogether new. Something all his own: a blue jay with two skulls and the long skeleton-tail of a river rat. These nights seemed to please him most. I kept waiting for Mama or Daddy to object, for Mama to demand that these filthy animals’ bones be exhumed from her clean carpet — no matter, of course, how unclean the pre-bones carpet, in fact, probably was — but they did not, she did not, and they instead actually encouraged it. Mama saying “What a little scientist!” and Daddy saying “A hot-shit doctor!” and they allowed Aldan Jr.’s artistry to continue. And I think that’s how Aldan Jr. saw it — he was an artist. He cleaned out Daddy’s old work shed, which Daddy didn’t use or need since his back had gone bad and he and Mama had taken to Jersey Devil Press 18
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