This piece was originally created as a performance piece. It was presented on several stages in the San Francisco Bay Area. Try to imagine it that way.
Saturday Fiction – “Sluggo, Peeto, And No-Face Charlie” Part Two
It had become an ongoing rite of passage for local boys to go out “Charlie Spotting” with their favorite girl friends. The idea being that, if you spotted Charlie, your date would be frightened by his looks and cling tightly to you for comfort.
Charlie always carried a large walking stick and if you slowed down and gave him a bad time he’d take a swing at you. Whenever you saw a car in Beaver Falls with broken headlights or a crease across the roof you knew that someone had gotten too close.
Once, in the steamy summer of 1963, three of the local football hero types got closer to Charlie than anyone ever had before and a lot closer than they had planned on.
It was the kind of humid summer night when, if anyone had any ideas at all, they were bound to involve trapping things in glass jars and watching them die.