“Sal and the Revolution,” by Daniel Clausen
Aug 20th, 2012 | By DefenestrationIf he tried hard enough, he could make sense of it all. Everything except the monkey. He was stark naked. That–he was sure—was something that happened quite regularly. The guy to his right saluting him with one arm, the other arm trying to hold his guts in place—he was sure he had seen him before in some kind of movie or something. And the guy in front of him, he was sure his name was Dennis or Donald.
“He’s clean,” Dennis or Donald said over a walkie-talkie.
The other man stopped saluting him and said, “It’s good to have you back, sir.”