If I am repaired, can we meet again for the first time, in all of the places I have feared to go, and then, again, in all of the places I will have forgotten, if I am repaired?



Friday, April 11, 2014

On the Curious Nature of Concerns

“He’s a pretty dog,” she said, reaching with her free hand to scratch my boy behind his ears. Her other hand she held away, behind her, a freshly lit L&M scissored between the fore and middle fingers. “What’s his name?”

     I’d forgotten how much I disliked the smell of cigarettes.

     “Bo,” I replied, trying not to wrinkle my nose as the wind carried the smoke my way.

     “Oh god!” she said, pulling her scratching hand back, revolted.

     Bo looked at me, then back at her, then me again. I knelt beside him and dug my fingers into the nap of his neck. He pressed close.

     “Not my choice,” I explained, having never much cared for the name myself. “It was the name he came with. He was abandoned—kind of a rescued-dog.”  

     “I’d have to change it,” she snapped, taking a long drag from the L&M to calm herself. She exhaled out the side of her mouth. “Sounds too much like Barack Obama.”

     Cancer, it seemed, was the least of her worries. 


  1. Oh, too funny. So few words, and yet I know everything I need to about her.

  2. lol.....poor mutt.....and I feel it for the dog a little, too!

  3. OMG, I have been in situations not too much unlike this. It sets ones mind to wondering ... and the correct response seems to halt in behind your eyes... a kind of dismay sets in... then you wonder if you are the only sane person left on the planet... then you consider putting the chain back up across the end of the driveway.

    Your writing is Superb..... succinct, raw, real, wry and so very visual.

    1. I don't know if they were the 'correct' responses, but fortunately, the several that came to mind I did manage to keep to myself. Probably best, or I would have been there all day listening to how the Democrats, Homosexuals and abortionists are going to bring the wrath of God down upon our otherwise blessed Country.

      Thanks :)

  4. I bet the dog thought she was a twat, too.

    1. Hey friend. :) I've been thinking about you lately. Glad you're still keeping this up so I can creep.

  5. Say no more lad, say no more.....
    You were a gentleman, as always.

  6. Hey Steve
    You should have told her that she needs to change her name too. Her name sounds to much like bullshit

  7. Great write, Steve ... say hi to Bo from me ... smiles ... Love, cat.


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