Everything Must Go

by Mercer Eddy

There’s a void behind the Larsons’ house. They had a yard sale. They found a buyer.

If you throw in a rock, there’s no rock anymore. If you flick in a contraband joint, no you didn’t. If you peer to see what’s inside, no you can’t.

So I’m sorry about the shirt, the one from the concert, the concert from high school, your first one. It ripped (more) in the wash, and I pitched it so I wouldn’t have to explain. You wouldn’t have believed me anyway.

The Raffertys sold their yard Tuesday, and the Guos, and the block is Swiss cheese and the night is full of neighbors creeping with empty glass bottles and Hustlers for tossing. I saw you creeping too, back from Beth’s, the ex you un-exed, the girl from high school, your first one.

Our yard goes Saturday, and I am going too. I’m following the buyer, to wherever he keeps the rolling fields of green.

Mercer Eddy is a former ethical hacker who still hacks some of the time and is ethical most of the time. Her work has previously appeared in Ghoulish Tales, Uncharted Magazine, and The Daily Tomorrow. She lives with her family in Concord, MA.