Pink Butterfly by Geoff Lynch Read Free Book Online

a sign with the bottle,” Melvin yelled back.
    “They don’t put signs along the interstate dumbass! It’s against the law! Now toss the bottle!”
    “Really?” Melvin asked with a curious look on his face. “I didn’t know that.” With an internal count of three, Melvin tossed the bottle into the grassy ditch and watched it bounce once and fade into the darkness of the night. He then rolled up his window and resumed sitting where he was before he had to pee.
    “Better?” Gunnar asked.
    “Got anything to eat? I don’t remember having a last meal and I’m starving.”
    “No, I didn’t bring any food along. This wasn’t a trip I was planning ahead for you know. It’s not everyday someone wakes from the dead on the embalming table.”
    “You make an interesting point there actually,” Melvin stated with a curious tone. “Is there a chance I was dead and now am some sort of zombie, or ghost, or the living undead? Did you check my vital signs before you tried sticking your needles in me?”
    “The doctor at the prison does that, we just take the body and get it ready to bury. We have a contract with the state.”
    “So you are saying a board certified medical doctor proclaimed me dead, released me to the under taker and now I’ve come back from the dead?”
    “Chances are the doctor was drunk or high or didn’t even bother to check your vital signs and wanted to get back home to watch television. I doubt you were dead and now the doctors fuck up is your gain,” Gunnar replied.
    “But you don’t know that for sure. There is a chance I was dead and came back to life!”
    “Check your pulse, see what you get,” Gunnar stated looking at Melvin’s arm.
    Melvin placed his first two fingers on his right hand on the underside of the left wrist and waited to feel a pulse. He then switched his fingers to his neck to feel the pulse there.
    “Well?” Gunnar asked.
    “It’s thumping pretty good,” Melvin replied.
    “See, you’re not the undead.”
    “Wouldn’t the undead need a pulse as well? I mean how does the undead clean the waste products from the blood? Why would I be hungry if I were undead?”
    “See, I told you the doctor fucked up. You never died. You probably went into shock, had a weak pulse and slow breathing and he figured that since you had smoke coming off your scalp you and you weren’t twitching, you were probably dead. He signed the papers, went home and crashed in front of the television. If you don’t like it, sue him for malpractice. If I were you, I’d shut the fuck up and take the break you’ve been offered.”
    “You don’t have to get all pissy,” Melvin snapped back. “I just thought it would be cool to be the undead. As far as I know, I would have been the only undead there is, at least in this state.”
    “Fine, let’s pretend you’re undead and move onto a different conversation. We have one and a half more states to drive across before we get to my brother’s house so let’s find something we can talk about that won’t have us at each other’s throats”
    Melvin slid down in his seat like a scolded child and shook his head biting his lip biding his time.

Chapter 6
Truck Stop Sex Shop
    While stopped for gas and snacks, Melvin decided to spend some time browsing at the adult book and novelty store attached to the truck stop mini mall. Gunnar was busy looking for chips and soda while reading the muscle magazines from the magazine rack in the convenience store next door. Melvin didn’t have any cash but found window shopping in a store full of sex toys fun.
    “May I help you?” a young female clerk asked Melvin who was in a trance comparing different rubber penis’s wrapped in bubble packs up on the wall.
    “Oh, I’m just killing time waiting for my buddy next door,” Melvin replied with a nervous smile.
    “Don’t be nervous,” the woman said touching Melvin’s arm. She was as tall as Melvin, long brown hair and sexy eyes, the kind of woman you would