Left and Left

The moon turned purple when the sun went down.
Mac walked down a road in the direction of a town. He could see lights but didn't know how far his walk would be. He heard Slaughter On Tenth Avenue and wondered where it was coming from. There was nothing around. He saw a shadow move off to his right and lit a cigarette. He set down his bag, grabbed a coat and put it on. He saw a car and thought about sticking his thumb out but knew that hadn't worked in years. The car passed him and the shadow moved again. He thought it might be a coyote. He picked up his bag. Everything seemed to playing tricks on him. He wished he was on something that would explain that. He seemed to be gaining on the town but didn't want to get his hopes up. Slaughter on Tenth Avenue ended and he couldn't hear anything but the wind and the wind seemed to be gaining strength.. He missed the song that couldn't have existed since he wasn't around anything that could produce it. He tried to think through his circumstances but that was useless. He wondered why he wanted to get to town. Walking's easy, boring but easy, he thought. The Army taught me that.
The town was hardly a town. By the time he arrived everything was closed and that tempered his enthusiasm. He walked by a store and thought about all the stuff he would buy if it were open. He found a park and laid on a bench.
When the sun rose he walked around until he found a diner. He sat at the counter and waited for the waitress to finish taking the only other customer's order. She brought him a glass of ice water. "Would you like a cup of coffee?" she asked.
Her voice was the first he had heard in he couldn't remember when and that opened up a bunch of questions he couldn't answer and that kind of rattled him.
"No thanks. Could I see a menu?" He asked.
"Of course you can."
She brought him a menu and smiled. "Where are you from?"
"A long way from here."
"I'll give you a minute," she said and walked into the kitchen.
"Montana," he said to himself but that was a lie he thought and laughed.
"I'll take the eggs and hash," he said when she returned.
"Good choice. Would you like toast or an English muffin?"
"Toast."
"Wheat or white?"
"White."
"What's the name of this town?" He asked when she brought him his food.
"You don't know where you are?"
"I know I'm sitting here talking to you."
"Well that's a start. You are in the Little Creek."
"Where is the creek?"
"Take a left out the door and another left at the stop sign and you will run into it.

Mac and Mary

Mary sighed, "is the summer ever going to end?" she asked.
Mac shrugged and lit a cigarette.
"You can't smoke."
"Why not?"
"The law."
"Fuck the law."
Mary smiled, "they fuck back."
Mac laughed, "sure enough" and dropped his cigarette in an empty bottle.
A couple walked in. Mary took their order. Mac walked to the jukebox and gave it a five dollar bill. "What do you all want to hear?"
"Free Bird," Brown yelled.
Free Bird it is he thought.
"Do you want another Bud?" Mary asked.
"Yeah why not," Mac said.
"Don't take his money," Brown said.
"I have too. You're not good for it."
Brown laughed.
Mac handed her a ten, "Keep the change. What does Brown owe you?"
"About fifty," Mary said.
Mac handed her four twenties. "That should do him for awhile."
"Not as long as you would think."
"I"ll have a double," Brown said and smiled.
"You are such an asshole," Mary said and poured him a glass of whiskey.
"It's a free country."
"Where are you from?" The man that walked in with the woman asked.
"Georgia," Brown said.
"Passing through?" The man asked.
"Not sure," Brown said, "we kinda like it here, ha Mac."
"It's OK," he said and smiled at her.
She flipped him off.
"We like it," the man said.
"How about you?" Brown asked the man's companion and walked across the room and played Rock and Roll, Hoochie Cue on the jukebox. "Would you like to dance?"
"She's not interested Brown," Mary said.
"How do you know?" Brown asked.
"It doesn't take a detective,"
Mac laughed.
"What's so funny?" the man asked.
"Yeah what's so funny?" Brown asked. "Do you want to dance or not?"
"She doesn't."
"Fuck you Mary," Brown said.
"Where in Georgia?" The man asked. "I've spent some time in and around Atlanta."
"West Georgia," Brown said.
"Why don't you tell them why you are here," Mary asked.
Brown laughed. "Because Mac thinks you look like that chick on TV."
"The reason you're in Arizona," Mary said.
"I'm from here," Mac said.
"If I told them that I would have to kill them," Brown whispered to Mary. "And you."
"Mac will you get him out of here. I don't want to 86 your' friend."
"Come on Brown lets go across the street," Mac said.
"She still owes me a bunch of drinks," Brown said.
"Buy the bar a round," Mac said.
Mac and Brown left the bar and walked across the street to another bar. "I don't know what you see in her," Brown said.
"You don't have too," Mac said. Mac bought Brown a beer. "I'll be right back."
"You're a fucking idiot," Brown said.
Mac walked across the street.
"Where's your' friend?" The man with the woman asked.
"What's it to you?" Mac said.
"I was just wondering."
Mary brought Mac a beer. "My brother's picking him up in a couple hours and driving him across the border," Mac said.
"Good," Mary said.
"I don't know why you can't put up with him for a couple hours."
"I don't know why you put up with him for as long as you have."
"He's my friend," Mac said and smiled.
"I know."
Mac left a twenty on the bar and walked across the street and called his brother.  His brother said he would meet him at the bar in a about an hour.
"My brother will be here in an hour," Mac said to Brown.
"I'm not sure I want to go," Brown said.
"What else can you do?"
"I don't know. I sure fucked up."
"You sure did. So what."
"What will I do down there?"
"You'll figure it out."
"What if I just stay here?"
"You don't like it here and in a matter of time they would find you."
Brown laughed.
"I think it's going to rain," Mac said.
"Thank God."
"I hate the rain."
"What are you going to do?"
"Go back."
"What about Mary?"
"What about her?"
"I thought you were in love or something."
"What does that have to do with anything?"
"Lets go outside and stand in the rain for awhile."
"What do I owe you?" Mac asked the bartender.
"Twelve dollars."
Mac handed him a twenty. They walked outside. It hadn't stated raining. They walked to a park. Mac sat on bench, lit a cigarette and gave on to Brown. Maybe I can finish this before the rain hits he thought. Dark clouds rolled over their heads. They were moving pretty fast.