But, ultimately, the Goose had done its job and chased Reggie straight into the arms of his soulmate. Twelve-year-old Reggie, newly moved to LA and desperately lonely, had felt otherwise.
When he was twelve and he spent the six longest months of his life being chased around by a vicious waterfowl that was supposedly the manifestation of his soul’s true love. He’d recognize his Goose anywhere, even if he hadn’t seen it before.īut the thing is - he has seen it before. He grimaces and splashes his face with some cool water again, as if that will chase away his tipsiness and make the image of his Goose standing behind him in the guest shower of Alex and Willie’s apartment make some fucking sense. The dark circles under his eyes make the rest of his face look extra pale, his freckles standing out starkly. Reggie looks at himself again in the bathroom mirror - he looks, well, frankly? Like shit. “Jesus, okay, I hear you,” he mumbles, running his hands over his face.
He just wants one night of being totally carefree, is that too much to ask?Īpparently, the universe has different opinions. It isn’t his fault that the shots go down smooth and settle warmly in his stomach, making him feel light and floaty for the first time in a long, long time. Willie had brought some very, very excellent tequila over for the party and Reggie has had more than his fair share of the bottle. Well, it would be more accurate to say that his Goose shows up again.įor a moment, Reggie thinks he’s hallucinating. Reggie’s Goose (capital-G goose, not a regular goose - though he tried to bring one of those home from the park one time and it Did Not Go Well) shows up on his twenty-fifth birthday. idk what prompted this except this post and like massive sleep deprivation.Ĭw: swearing, character death (or is it?), utter nonsense
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