To the Dairy Queen
Author's Note: This is just the beginning of my first attempt of a story of this sort, some kinks to be worked out. This is a story about the thrill of resistance. Chapter 1 : Like a Movie Finally, a chance to relax. It was the first week of summer after a headache inducing junior year in college, and I was set to resume my easy summer job manning the digital projectors in the old movie theater. By the third day home and second day of work everything seemed routine already, basically a repeat of last summer except fewer friends to hang out with. Many of the lost were marriage casualties or had signed up to become military dicks or the peace corp, same thing right. Others were taking summer classes (a nightmarish thought) and others still simply had moved from my small hometown in rural Virginia. The only people left were the rednecks, not exactly my crowd so I was too willing and too excited when she came strutting sexily through the vestibule. ...