The baristas at Go Dog Go Cafe are big fans of Pay It Forward Thursdays. We think it is a great opportunity to give a shout-out to another writer who has wowed us or creatively inspired us. It a great way to share the love and pass it on to the readers. It also becomes a great pool for excellent reading stuff by your fellow readers of the WordPress community.
You are invited to post one link to one specific post of poetry, short story, or flash fiction, 300 words or less please, from someone else’s blog in the comments below.
mornings are hard when you know you’ll have to be with people with lots of soul pain. the typical refrigerated store air nipped at my nose as i trudged to the coffee line. Larry read the hospital paperwork poking out of his coat pocket with the torn leather elbows.
Larry had probably seen Halley’s Comet twice. he wore a blue plaid shirt with faux mother of pearl snaps, black dickies and steel toes. he had a decently robust head of hair, silvery with a darker shade of gray streaking towards the back. per chance when his brain cells had a more cordial relationship amongst themselves, he might have been only assigned to crafts requiring brawn and handy work. his face was anglo. blue eyed, long and thin, perhaps an Irish boy.
had steady hands. a little calloused, but one could tell that he’d done his
fair share of manual labor and partook in bare knuckle bar brawling, often. his
dull downward stare declared days fleeted away full of insults, dukers’ blows
and abysmal marks where many tears had corroded away at the spirit. all, of
course, to the voice of Patsy Cline in the background. broken spirits usually
have the ability to sit graciously across from a chair full of spilled coffee
or possibly the Devil as well. no one paid attention so the old man introduced
himself to the arabica soaked nothingness sitting at his table.
know how to make mashed potatoes. you can’t leave the skin on, otherwise they
don’t taste good.’ Larry abruptly spat out his directions to the emptiness in
front of him. he had a good tone, not raspy or squeaky, kinda’ like if John
Wayne and Bogey had a baby. ‘you put the butter in after you mashed them
sons-of-bitches up real good! but the butter has to be soft, otherwise the
potatoes taste fake.’ i relished in his pronunciation and perfect punctuation.
distracted by the buzzy voice overhead blazing the $5 specials the old
man then looked at me. turning slighty pink Larry smiled and quickly began to
wipe the table down as he stuttered and apologized. i smiled and offered my
extra napkins. together two bruised souls sopped up a mutual figurative mess.
Welcome to Promote Yourself Monday. All Go Dog Go Cafe readers, guest writers, and baristas are invited to post one link to one specific post (600 words or less please!) from your blog into the comments section below.
If you post a link, be sure to read some of the other great writing people have linked to.