"Vukcevich-TheFinger" - читать интересную книгу автора (Vukcevich Ray)

Bobby flipped him off again, and then as Robert slumped to the floor of the cage
and broke into tears, Bobby ran off down Main Street.

What was it about this gesture, he wondered, that it could make a grown man cry?
Such power and magic. It was like when he'd called his cousin Edward a
cocksucker, a term he'd gotten from Edward in the first place. Edward had chased
him around and around the barn yelling that he'd kill him if he ever got his
hands around Bobby's pussy neck. Cats and chickens. It didn't make a lot of
sense. There was something potent and dirty about sucking on roosters, but Bobby
couldn't figure what it could be. Cock Robin. Or maybe something to do with
devil worship@ he'd heard they liked to kill things and drink blood, or maybe
geeks, the way Edward said they liked to bite the heads off chickens and suck
the eggs up through the bleeding top. But wouldn't that make it hensucking?

Bobby discovered a new refinement. As the middle finger of his right hand
snicked out, he slapped the whole hand into his left palm, making a sharp smack
that scared birds from the rooftops and set a snake to rattling right there in
the middle of the road in front of him.

Coiled, pastel pink and blue and orange and green, the duckbill rattlesnake
snarled, showing its daffy little needlesharp teeth. It swept its head left and
right keeping its bright eyes on Bobby. The snake's dry rattle was so fast Bobby
couldn't see the tail move. He stopped in his tracks and flipped off the snake.

The snake froze like it couldn't believe its eyes, then picked up its rattle
twice as fast and hard as before. It hissed and spit at Bobby, who jumped to the
side and jabbed his middle finger into the air, yelled "Yii!" then jumped again.
The snake twisted around to follow Bobby, who kept moving and yelling and
flipping it off. Just as Bobby thought he'd finally gotten the snake to knot
itself, a car came barreling out of nowhere and honking its horn like crazy.
Bobby jumped out of the way, and the car ran over the snake. Squashed it flat.

"No fair!" Bobby yelled, and when old Mr. Klein poked his head out of the side
window to look back and shake his fist at Bobby, Bobby flipped a bird at him.

Mr. Klein braked hard, and the car skidded sideways and crashed into the Bait
and Tackle Shop. Bobby hurried on down Main Street.

Mrs. Stokes stood hugging a brown paper bag on the steps of the Grocery Store.
"Don't slouch so, Bobby," she said.

Bobby flipped her off.

Mrs. Stokes collapsed like she'd suddenly been unplugged.

Bobby jerked around like a gun fighter and flipped off the Dime Store, and the
store exploded, spewing up electric trains and stuffed animals, comic books and
pieces of plastic airplane models.