Prose
Don Webb
8122 Evadean Circle
Austin TX 78745
The shark had been stinking dead for several days when Eduardo woke us up, telling us that we had to bury it.
Eduardo ran the Blue Parrot, a beach bar for tourists with a taste for cinematic names. I worked there because my money had run out. I was in Buenos Ares to study painting, but had been careless.- Details
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“Uh.”
“What’s wrong-”
She stretched her arms over her head and bent back across the log they sat.
“It’s the whole woods thing ” she said hair in her face as it shifted around with the movement of her lips, “Can’t we meet somewhere else-”
“So anyway ” Wilbur said clearing his throat and waiting patiently for silence. When he had the complete attention of the all men standing around the fire he went on. “This old farmer—hell he must’ve been up in his seventies—marries this pretty teenager and brings her out to live at his place.” “S’what I’d do,” one of the elderly ranchers cackled, grinning a gummy smile. “Damn sure would.”
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In a faint squeak and mechanical groan combined with a facsimile of air slowly fumbling from a clumsily mishandled balloon the automatic doors breathe in the early autumn morning. Two employees calming from a chuckle in the settling smoke of an anecdote greet him smiling sincerely; just another man.
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My dear family:
That day was so clear so lovely a sunny day without storms clouds. Nothing might change my humor. I woke up at the same hour. I went to my job in my car. I was a younger man; I was 48 years old. I had a big and beautiful family with my pretty wife, my four sons, my mother, my father and my mother-in-law. I was very grateful to my God.
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