Serialized flash fiction by Rodger Jacobs… updated every Monday
Crumbling Slowly 4: Hector Escobar
The remote control for the TV was resting on the bar top next to a jar of cocktail onions and a stack of napkins. “Here, I’ll show you what I mean, “she said. “Have you ever heard of a man named Hector Escobar?”
I popped a handful of peanuts into my mouth. “Can’t say as I’ve ever heard of the man, no.”
“He has a nice home in Holmby Hills. What do you think is happening to Hector Escobar right now?”
I sipped my Maker’s Mark and shrugged indifferently. “I dunno. He’s having a colonoscopy? A guy named Hector Escobar sounds like he needs a colonoscopy. I have visions of undigested carne asada and chunks of green salsa in his colon. It’s not a good prognosis.”
“Do you want to know about Hector Escobar or not?”
“Rock on.”
Evelyn grabbed the remote and clicked on the TV impatiently. It flared to life.
Breaking News
Holmby Hills
Helicopter shots of a raging house fire and the pilot communicating with the retards at the anchor desk through that damn microphone filter thing in his helmet.
“That,” Evelyn turned to me slowly, “is Hector Escobar’s house. We did that. The Moss Foundation did that. Sadly, Hector Escobar did not make it out alive but society as we know it is this much further away from slipping into entropic destruction.”
She watched the hungry fire devour the luxurious home on the TV screen and her eyes positively glowed like jewels.
Part 3
