A Visitor

A jaunty fellow came calling. Svelte, debonair, sophisticated. He fired up a Lucky Strike, and poured a high ball of bourbon.

We sat and we talked about things like chickens, squirrels, and delivery personnel.

After a while he stomped out his Lucky with his bare foot, exhaled, and bid me adieu.


Ken said...


Rock Chef said...

Hope he didn't burn his paw!

Unknown said...

I bet the bourbon was in an ornate silver flask.

terri said...

Those eyes... he looks like he can really put you in your place if he wants to.

I'm not sure he's so happy to be wearing the hat.