Chicken Suit

by Joe Aguilar
Chicken Suit by Joe Aguilar

She didn’t say anything.

“All right, I’m going to go.”

“Okay,” she said.

“Gonna scare these guys good.”

“All right,” she said.

I broke into a half lope, and then a sprint, and the chicken head shook over my eyes, so I sort of held the mask in place and ran, the costume juddering into my ears.

As I drew near, one of the boys, a boy I couldn’t see too clearly, he said, holy God what the fuck is that thing, and shoved the other boy, and they tripped, stood and leaped for the trees, and I ran after the boys beating the earth with my feet, through a tangle of brush that rattled and ripped my suit, and it was black in the woods so I wrenched off the head and tucked it under my arm and I hurdled a shrub and fumbled the head and it rustled off through darkness but I did not stop, I couldn’t, I wanted to get to the two boys and then I did not want them to be scared of my suit, they would recognize me, they could know me with the chicken head doffed, only a joke, just Eddie. The air felt pure on my face. Ahead I saw the two boys crouched waiting for me in a bright moonlit square of trail and I raised my hand hello.

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