Left Turn at Alburqurque

“We’ve passed that cactus before.”

“How can you be sure? They all look the same to me. Except some of them got flowers on top. Besides, you at all the magic caps. You might just be imagining the same cactus over and over.”

“Nah, man. I’m tellin’ you. That. Is. The. Same. Cactus. It’s got the same damn bird on it each time and it comes after the same damn rock.”

“You’re completly blasted.”

“Yeah? Then why have we been listening to Bohemian Rhapsody on repeat?”

“We’re listening to the radio, man.”

The radio began to fritz again, prompting Greg to smack his hand against the dash until Freddie’s voice began to drip through the speakers like a rich, golden butter again. Now that Chaz mentioned it, he was pretty sure that they’d heard this part of the song at least once or twice before. Of course, Greg had eaten their strip of dots in retaliation to Chaz downing all the shrooms. So he  wasn’t sure that he could be sure of much other than the fact that he was driving and the scenery was rolling by at a steadily casual pace.

“We’ve passed that cactus before.”

“You’ve said that before.”

“Nah, man. I’m tellin’ you. That. Is. The. Same. Cactus. It’s got the same damn bird on it each time and it comes after the same damn rock.”

“You said that already too, Chaz.”

“Yeah? Then why have we been listening to Bohemian Rhapsody on repeat?”

Greg shook his head and checked to review mirror to make sure there where no bogeys following them. He was starting to think he was having a bad trip with Chaz out of his gourd in the passenger seat going on and on about the damn cactus. The radio cut off Mercury’s dulcet voice and started scratching out white noise in its place. Greg pounded on it until the aural syrup returned. He had to shake the bad part of this trip. Power through it. Something. He pushed his foot harder against the gas pedal and watched as the needle on the speedometer jumped.

As he drove faster the cacti on the peripherals of his vision began to blur past and Chaz started talking faster like an old tape cassette when you held down the play and fast forward buttons on the tape deck at the same time. Chaz’s voice took on a high pitched quality like if Alvin had been caught huffing helium before Dave found him.

We’ve passed that cactus before. Nah, man. I’m tellin’ you. That. Is. The. Same. Cactus. It’s got the same damn bird on it each time and it comes after the same damn rock. Yeah? Then why have we been listening to Bohemian Rhapsody on repeat? We’ve passed that cactus before. Nah, man. I’m tellin’ you. That. Is. The. Same. Cactus. It’s got the same damn bird on it each time and it comes after the same damn rock. Yeah? Then why have we been listening to Bohemian Rhapsody on repeat?”

Greg started to tune him out. He eased his foot up off of the pedal and the beemer slowed to a stop right next to the cactus. Chaz’s voice was now coming out with an overly deep timbre that Chaz had definitely never used before. Greg knew what had happened. They’d gotten stuck in a time loop. And Chaz was too stupid to realize it. Any second now time was going to come crashing back into them at full speed and then who knew what would happen. He threw the car into park and grabbed the large blanket off of the backseat. He wrapped himself up like a burrito in the blanket then braced himself in a fetal position at the back of the car waiting for the time loop they were stuck in to straighten out. He was still like that muttering to himself when the next officer happened to stop to see if they needed any help.


Apropos of: This Prompt

-Crouse

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