He pulled the makings out of his breast pocket and started rolling a cigarette without breaking eye contact. His hair wasn’t so much grey as it was without color. He said, “Son…”
So, I stopped listening. I pulled my knife out and started an ambling whittle. When I started listening again, he was talking about shoes.
“…the kind of shoes you could wear wet or dry. Boots. The best pair I ever had. By a long sight. So, it wasn’t no joke when he took ‘em. You take a man’s boots and that’s one thing. Bad enough, I reckon. But he knew about those boots. And he just off and took ‘em.”
I had a very sharp stick by now. The evening sounds were a broken facsimile of a bootleg orchestra. I pulled a Camel from my pocket and stared into the sharp fire while he lit it with a kitchen match. I tipped the clear jug bottle and goddamn but I dare you to find a man who won’t cringe. I hit it again while my throat was numb.
“You fuckin’ kids. Do you even get what I’m saying to you?”
“Yessir. You really liked them boots.”
Another new story. My week finally starts! :)Different than many of your other stories, but uniquely wonderful and poignant.ReplyDelete
Thanks Jo...I was sitting in front of the bait shop tonight and this one arrived. I even wrote it long hand!ReplyDelete
That bait shop is providing you with many a story, isn't it? Must be quite an evocative environment. Did you hear the wind in the leaves tonight?ReplyDelete
Nope, no wind. And the bait shop is pretty special.ReplyDelete
One day, I expect to see a photo of the place.Delete
I was just thinking I should send you a pic.Delete
Well, JD, you've gone and hooked me, brought me in like a great bloated fish. Now that I follow your blog, you break into my concentration too damn often.ReplyDelete
Yep, I like this one too. A lot. Maybe it's youth vs. old age, or potent memory vs. the numbing present, or maybe a lot more besides. Yep, I like it.
This one brings my dad back a little too well. And me too, back then, when I still had a chance to connect with him. Gotta go think about him a little. See ya later.
Thanks Erin! You leave the best comments ever. Yeah, that was how I felt about the piece, too. I was just sitting in front of the bait shop and the story came up. It seems shallow, but I think it is one of the most potent things I have ever written. Maybe that's inside my head (and yours). But I'l take it. ;)Delete
Want to know more...ReplyDelete
Me too, it's in there though.Delete