Fury

By Tim Eagle

This is an adult rendition of a tale that has been told by the author around campfires, and IS NOT recommended for children!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Tim Eagle
• Release date: Oct 25, 2022
• ISBN: 9781005241803

Tim Eagle

Tim Eagle is an author who lives full time, on the road, with his wife, Maria and their dog, Cocoa. He grew up in Michigan and is inspired by the dysfunction, insanity, and nepotism of rural America."The questions asked of life are within the soul, the answers are found in the dark of our minds."

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Fury

a short story by

Tim Eagle

An Angry Trout Production

Published by Lake Leviathan Books

Copyright © 2022 Tim Eagle

All rights reserved, including the right to reproduce this book, or portions thereof, in any form.

This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, places, and events are products of the author’s imagination, or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to real people or events is coincidental. All rights reserved.

What’s in a name?

Johnny, what a fuckin’ name. Can you think of one thing that’s in a name like Johnny? Can you? Yes, okay, Night of the Living Dead, but this guy hasn’t been struck down by zombies and left for dead in a cemetery as his histrionic sister runs away. This little guy is playing in his sandbox. Johnny age twelve, a little too old to be in a box of sand, but you know country folk, they never want to kick their kids off the tit and make them grow up. Part of the boy’s immaturity was a blatant wound left by an absent daddy, who Johnny thought disappeared long ago. That void created fury which seeped into the very core of Johnny’s brain, hid away in the dank recesses, and slept until needed.

Johnny raced his Hot Wheels in and out of tunnels he dug in the sand, next to the trailer where he lived with his mother. School was closed, again, this time due to an outbreak of Monkey Pox. The first outbreak in the whole state was a kid in Stevats, so no one had a guess when this would pass. Johnny didn’t mind, it was like an extension to summer. He knew the epidemic would go away just like the fake, according to his mom, Covid hoax of twenty-twenty, eventually did.

The back door of the trailer screeched open. Johnny’s mother, glassy eyed and disheveled, stumbled onto the porch and was stopped by the railing. The wood, what was left of it, creaked as she