Tuesday, January 7, 2014

Squirrel Trauma

How nice...

"Hey Ernest?"

"Hm?" I said.

She drawled, "Younta run down to the Piggly Wiggly and gitcha some them Natty tallboys and some chicarones? 'Dexter's on!"


She was work.  Women shouldn't be like work.  Women should be like fruit.  Like ripe fruit.  Like ripe fruit you'd buy from the corner.  In Pamplona.  On the way to the bullfights.  Oh, the bullfights.  A long way from the trailer.  A long time ago.

"Dammit Ernest!!  Do pay 'tention! when I'ma barkin' at you like a rabbid dawg!"

"Yes dear"

She stabbed me with a squirrel.


Steve Reed said...

Awesome. I'll link back to this in a day or two.

Ms. Moon said...

And I'm glad Steve DID link back to it because it's a tiny bit of genius.

The Bug said...


I never liked Hemingway because I could never figure out who was saying what in his books. But that was 35 years ago - maybe they'd make more sense now :)