home for christmas
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Home for ChristmasBy Mackenzie Lirakis
“Hey. I’m here, I don’t know if I can stay parked
where I am though.”
The answer came from above, “I’m not sure
either, just stay there!”
Zack shut off his phone and looked up towards
the windows of the apartment building he was sitting
in front of, but Charlie was already on his way down
the stairs. Moments later he emerged and Zack gave
him a half handed wave.
“Just throw your shit in the back.”
“I heard it was gonna snow.”
“Nah, it won’t snow.”
“Is my stuff gonna get thrown from the truck?”
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“Nah, it won’t get thrown. Now can I get the
hell of Boston before Christmas Eve please?”
Charlie overcame his bag-damage-phobia and
threw the big duffle bag in the back of Zack’s Toyota
Tacoma. Zack watched through the rearview mirror.
He hadn’t seen Charlie since the middle of summer
break. Zack had come home from his summer
internship for a brief week in the middle of July.
Charlie still looked the same.
“Have you gotten taller?”
“What?” Charlie realized his gullibility, “Just
shut up and drive the car.”
Hempton, New Hampshire was a two hour drive
from Boston. Familiar signs and bridges became
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more and more prevalent with every mile. Zack
chanced a side glance towards Charlie. His entire
torso was turned towards the window, his face
practically welded to the glass. Zack smiled in his
mind. Charlie was just as excited to be driving back
as he was. And probably just as secretly excited to
see Zack as Zack was secretly excited to see him.
“Have you talked to Jasper?”
“Not since the end of the summer. I’m guessing
he’s not going to be too hard to find though. You?”
“I saw him for maybe five minutes the day after
Thanksgiving.”
“Oh yea, how was Thanksgiving this year, I was
in New Jersey.”
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“It was dead man, I was home for two and a half
days and I could have left earlier. No one was
around. Except Jasper, ofcourse.”
“Ofcourse.”
Charlie slid his glasses off his nose and began
cleaning them with his shirt. Zack couldn’t help but
laugh. Charlie was one of those incredible situations
where the kid’s an enormous dork, yet
simultaneously a pretty popular kid in high school
and afterwards. Everyone had liked him.
“Are those Harry Potter’s glasses?”
“ Well, you’re the expert on Harry Potter
apparently, so I guess you’d know .”
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“Harry Potter and the Kid Who Stole His
Glasses, volume 701--- I think a bird just shit on your
duffel bag.”
It didn’t and Charlie knew it, but Zack knew that
a small flare of panic had popped up in Charlie’s
mind.
The ground became increasingly covered in
snow as they grew closer. Hempton was a mere
thirty minutes from the Maine border, and seemingly
a world away from everywhere else. They drove
down main street and the emotion that Zack always
felt when he came home was flooding back into him,
the strange kind of nostalgia, a familiarity paralleled
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with a feeling of not having returned to this world in
a hundred years.
Zack pulled up in front of Charlie’s house at 8
pm.
“You going out tonight?”
“I dunno, I’ll probably give Jasper a call and see
what’s up.”
“Yea, let me know. Thanks for the ride.”
A an hour or two later Zack was getting into his
car for the second time that night and driving into
town. Zack’s finger was on the call button when the
phone went off in his hands. Jasper had beat him to it
by a matter of seconds.
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“Where are you?” Jasper gave demands rather
than greetings when he made calls.
“Who’s this?”
“You’re a dick. Get to the ‘Donkey.”
“On my way there, is Charlie with you?”
“He picked me up. See you.”
And he hung up. Jasper didn’t do goodbyes,
either.
At the very end of Main Street was the Twisted
Donkey. No one knew why it was called that but it
had been there since the dawn of time. It was a tiny
bar that everyone in town was familiar with, a
country version of Cheers.
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The SUV Charlie borrowed from his mother was
parked outside, and as Zack pulled up he saw Jasper
pulling some sort of stunt at the Donkey’s entrance as
Charlie watched.
Zack was two feet away from them when he saw
what Jasper was doing. True to form, he was
hunched over the three foot tall all-weather gray
donkey lawn ornament that stood at the entrance of
the bar as a decoration.
“We’ve been over this man, it’s glued to the
ground. Let it rest.”
Jasper spun around, a little unbalanced, at the
sound of Zack’s voice. He hadn’t shaved recently
but it added to Jasper’s signature air of mischief, and
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did not take away from his ever-present immaturity.
The decrepit and torn Red Sox cap he always wore
was far back on his head at a slant, and he had on his
usual wardrobe of torn up paint-stained jeans and a
dark green Carhartt sweatshirt. Basically Jasper
looked the same.
Jasper had tried before to steal the donkey. Once
senior year of high school, and once last summer.
The first time he discovered that it was attached to
the ground and gave up, the second time he had
forgotten about what he had learned the first time and
had tried to yank it free from the ground for nearly
half an hour.
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“That damned donkey is stuck pretty good,
Zack,” He removed something from his sweatshirt
pocket, grinning his Cheshire cat grin, “But this time
I’ve come prepared.”
What he had in his hand was a very small
carpenter’s saw. It had a black handle and a very dull
looking blade. He held it up as if it were Excalibur
and stumbled slightly backwards again.
“You’re in no condition to be handling sharp
objects.” Charlie half joked.
“You just sit tight and relax Chucky, and I’ll
handle this just fine.” It didn’t really make sense but
Jasper rarely did.
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He sawed away at the four legs of the Twisted
Donkey’s mascot as Zack and Charlie watched.
Miraculously, after seemingly ages, the donkey gave
way and in an instant Jasper was waving it drunkenly
over his head, half sawed off hooves and all. The
saw was tossed aside as Jasper realized that the
unattainable had finally been attained. He let out a
triumphant sort of howl, but cut it short, as he
realized that he was dangerously close to his victim’s
home.
“Now what?”
“I don’t know, I didn’t really think past cutting
the fucking thing loose.” He turned to Zack. “Now
what?”
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“Well I don’t know, what do you want to do,
take it home and snuggle it?”
“Let’s put it in your truck for now.”
Zack took the donkey from him and tossed into
the bed of the Tacoma.
“Be gentle with her!... Someone’s gonna see it in
there and try to steal it.”
“Nah no one will steal it…No one wants to steal
a toy donkey Jasper…Except for you
apparently...Who’s inside?”
“Everyone. Let’s go in…so long as you swear to
me that Donkey won’t get stolen.”
The Twisted Donkey was a bizarre version of a
high school cafeteria. Zack’s high school cafeteria.
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It was brightly lit for a bar, with large wooden tables
all throughout the place. At the middle tables sat all
the people from Hempton Highschool who had
graduated ahead of Zack and never made it out of
town. The proverbial townies. A small sea of Red
Sox Caps and steel-toed timberland boots. They
glared at everyone younger than them, suspicious of
everyone’s drinking legality. Zack and his friends
were finally 21, but he had drank there plenty of
times when he hadn’t been, and there were plenty of
others among the crowd that definitely hadn’t even
hit 20 yet.
In the corner tables sat all the under aged,
nervous yet exhilarated. They had stolen their older
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sister’s IDs or had a roommate in their freshmen
dorms that could work wonders with photo shop and
charged forty bucks per fake. At the bar sat Zack’s
people. All of them twenty-one or twenty-two, they
were the small handful of those remaining from his
graduating high school class. Zack, Charlie and
Jasper joined the rest and began to catch up with old
friends.
It was past two when the last of the crowd was
hustled out of the place by a very tired and annoyed
staff. Zack, Jasper and Charlie were among the
remnants. Charlie got out his keys…he would
always be counted on to limit himself to two beers
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when he knew he could rely on no one else to do the
same.
Zack was stumbling almost as much as Jasper at
this point.
“Coulda getta ride home?”
“Waitta minute, Chuck! The donkey, lemme jus’
grab it b’fore we leave.”
Jasper took the donkey from the truck, which
would be abandoned until morning when Zack could
retrieve it in a sober state.
“We could stay out ya know,” Jasper said as he
crawled into Charlie’s car, “Go to the Quarry?”
“No Jasper,” Charlie and Zack said in unison.
They were used to his constant pestering of urging
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the evening on. Jasper would always be the last to
want to go home.
A little while later Zack and Charlie watched as
he marched up the snowy driveway to his house with
the Donkey tucked under his arm. It seemed to
steady his balance. TO BE CONTINUED…
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