Short and sweet — or sweaty. I’ve got to admit, Sam, we were very much alike. Thoughts always moved toward females and food, and the latter would always lose out to the former. I got a good laugh out of the ending. You’re very good at doing that.

Thanks. The story is about half true.

I love it! Like a 1970’s memory or movie! Starring Sammy Dickens as himself. Most of mine are like that unless I experiment a bit. A couple from the dude perspective and a trilogy as a dog.

Thank you so much.

The life of a leaf. Wonderful personification in this, and nice analogy for how life is for a human…except the only tree we fall off of is our family tree…..At times, I got pushed off of mine….but somehow this leaf got off the ground and found another spot in the tree.
j.

Very much please indeed. Such fun to read your clever and lighthearted slice of the morning.
Happy me to have connected. Be well Emma 🙂

Many thanks Jim.. wrote that whilst still asleep – probably shows! However being an admitted scribbler I go with the flow.

Joy,
From what I know, this sounds like you, your life, your time, your place… all of it full of quiet beauty…
Vol

Like a film noir movie this has the effects of heartbreak and loneliness with a touch of moral ambiguity. I can feel the barren parts of life all over it. Good one, J.

I wholeheartedly agree with Tim. This does have a film noir ambiance to it. Were you by any chance wearing a trench coat and a low brimmed fedora while writing it? Lol, so good to have your presence here, J. Like you never missed a beat!

Reminds me of all those movies about city angst. (I am suppressing a rant about how much I hate New York), and all it’s denizens… I can see them now walking down seedy sidewalks in the rain, their furthest horizon in easy walking distance. Beautiful imagery sir, and a nice reminder of how happy I am in a town with only about twelve occupied houses.