Lost Journals

Nebraska’s landscape was marked with war: the Heartland Museum of Military Vehicles, Strategic Air Command, and nearly every car had a yellow ribbon magnet stuck a bumper or fender. It seemed violence made for excellent tourism.

Somewhere outside Lincoln, Aislin spotted a large homemade billboard in a cornfield that read, “Outlaw Sodomy.” Alfred scrambled for purchase on the passenger seat as Aislin nearly drove off the road. She corrected and eased back into her lane.

“How happy do you think that guy’s wife is?”

Albert whined.

“I just imagine her laying on her back, her heels pointed to Jesus, and wondering if beige was the right colour for the ceiling.

Chuff.

“I supposed you wouldn’t know anything about that, would you?”

Bark.

“Most people think sodomy is limited to anal sex; however, most foreplay favourites are included under that heading.”

Albert licked Aislin’s face from chin to forehead as if to punctuate her statement.

The ribbon of highway cutting across the Cornhusker and Hawkeye States was an easy drive with plenty of rest areas for Albert to frolic, squat, and sniff.

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