Nathan Patton

 

Nathan Patton keeps it real, but also fictionalizes it. He lives in the Boston Mountains with his wife and guitar. His work has been published by Arcana, Speakeasy, and Young American Comics, and has been hung on many refrigerators.

Respect (August 20, 2010. Issue 20.)

There is a boy on a school bus, and his head is against the window. The cold of it put him to sleep, but as the bus turns and bounces, his head slams into the glass and it wakes him up. The girl next to him asks if he’s okay, but he gives no response, just murmurs like a machine.

The girl’s mind drifts into memory-dance, until she hears a thin but steady drip as it softly splatters onto the rubber below her feet. It sounds like someone opening a peppermint wrapper.

She turns to see the boy, now sickly-white with splotches of red on his ears and forehead, vomiting into the floorboard. The other kids on the bus soon notice, and they react as the children they are: they laugh and moan and point, move as far away from the boy (and by extension, the girl) as possible, crowding three and four people in two-person seats, laughing, laughing, laughing.

  The noise and chatter catches the boy’s attention, and he looks up, his mouth still dripping bile and spit, and his eyes meet the girl’s shallow gaze. She turns away and closes her eyes, hearing the laughter and wondering if it will ever stop, but she doesn’t move. She stays right where she is. She stays next to him until he gets off at his stop and the driver comes back to pour a special powder on what he left. She stays. Out of respect.