"Walking the Block" Watercolor/Ink on paper. Copyright 2012 Totsymae
All he wanted was to get the mail out the box down the little driveway. Stars were twinkling bright and shit. Of what could be seen. The crickets chirping reminded him of peaceful, country nights back home as a boy. Shit, how long ago was that? Forty some-odd years?
Soon as he stuck his hand in the damn box, something hard beat down on his head. He found himself fighting for his life. And he wasn’t doing a good job of it either. Shit, had he known an unexpected ass-kicking was coming, he’d have kept it in the house. Damn!
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