My dog is small and old and he has an old man’s problems. Namely, that he has a hard time taking shits. He’s not doing too bad, considering I found him half-dead on the side of the road. I was half-dead too, or fully dead. I’m not really sure.
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“Margie, about ten minutes to sunset.” Eula finished her coffee, wiped her mouth neatly with a napkin, and picked up her jacket from the booth. “I’ll go pay and call Dr. Murton. You finish up.”
Margie grumbled into her coffee mug and checked her watch. 7:26pm. She needed a smoke, but Eula was a Nazi about not smelling like smoke in front of “her mamas and babies.” Not like they were humans, she thought. Dogs didn’t care what you smelled like; neither should wolves.
Some guy once said, “There’s a sucker born every minute.” You ask me, they were being nice.
I learned how to con from my dad. He would wink at me and say, “Cody, the trick is to learn that everyone wants to believe in something. I don’t care if it’s God, the government, or Michael Jordan; they’re looking for something to believe in. All you need to do is find out what that is.”
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“The Spinster’s Secret: A Gloaming Gap Story” by Andrea Cumbo
They all think I’m a spinster. Okay, so they wouldn’t use that word; it’s too old-fashioned, all Faulkner and roses for Emily. They would say I’m “lonely.” They would be wrong.
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I've Been Meaning To Quit by paurian
May 1, 2010 8:03 AM – Called my mom two days ago. Weird that she hasn’t called back.
May 1, 2010 9:17 AM – Off to work at the park. Big landscaping project. Excited about greening the place up a bit.
May 1, 2010 9:31 AM – I’m at Gloaming Gap Community Park (4 Cemetery Rd, Gloaming Gap) http://www.gloaminggap.com/ #foursquare
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