Sunday, November 08, 2015

 

Ill Wind Ceasing


Alone in his plumbing office of a Monday, Hocks dreams
of throwing himself into the river to drown.

Three big jobs had been re-dos that last week, profit
out the window.

In bursts Reccles! “Pittsburgh, are you kidding?
Ten and a half points underdog and they win
by twenty! And five of our other lemons won!
BON-FREAKIN-ANZA!”

He counts out ten hundreds for Hocks onto the messy desk!

After, he pictures the Regency Hotel, on the same river he
thought to drown in. A bed piled high with classy food and
bottles of wine.

Plus Misty Tebbs.

They’re right about this dump,” coos she. “It’s been, like,
tastefully refurbished!”

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