Sunday, July 3, 2011

One Handed Stories

Crow on the train tracks . . .

Dragonfly big a warbler follows a truck down the driveway, sits on the radio antenna, a timber truck roars by . . .

Lacey bought a bottle of Gallo Chardonnay, a pack of Camels, and a Fashion Scarf at the corner store after putting twenty dollars worth of unleaded in the tank.  The fashion scarf was pink with white polka dots and Lacey tied the scarf around her neck when she got back in her truck. She pulled up her black tube top, lit a cigarette, started up her truck, and looked in the mirror before turning left onto highway 70. She decided she would make Keith mad, really mad.

Johnny quit the band. The Suicidal Squirrels were now a thing of his past. He would go solo -- under an assumed name. He opened an old cigar box and found a photo of his mother's lover Bobby. But he didn't like Bobby . . .

Theresa was about to have a nervous breakdown. Only she didn't know it. She was driving 82 on I40 in her red 2002 Mercedes with the top down. Her blond hair was pinned up and her big French sunglasses protected her from the stare of a trucker who bore down her, passed her, and left her with nothing but a question, "How's my driving?"  She downshifted as she dialed Frank's number  and when he picked up she said two words and hung up, "See ya!" The biggest real estate deal of her career had just closed. Her $775,000 commission was in the wire to the bank. Tonight she would be standing at the toe of the ocean, but her heart would be beating hard and she would be gasping for air. The money would mean nothing, not a damn thing.

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