short stories
The Naked Man
The naked man had been around forever. Every day, he walked up through the little canyon township, its stunted downtown. He would pass the Christian decor shop and wave to the bored wife behind the counter. He would pass the shell of the mercantile, its bent tin awning. He’d pass the neighboring realty offices, which sold vacation properties to out-of-staters. The naked man waved to the people behind the glass, and they always waved back. Good morning, naked man!
Rebecca, Today Has Been Disasters
Rebecca,
Today has been disasters. They were without pantyhose at the big shop, both beige and black. I was forced to use mask of Pink Panther I bought as child. You know. This was first problem. I hadn’t even reached at the bank yet, hadn’t popped single shell, PAP! PAP! And already, these problems. My love, it did not get better.