[ real. dream. ]
at the service station.
filling air in the mini
van. a man
approached
on his bike he
smiled. hurriedly
the fourth tire
had reached 44 psi.
“if you hightail it
you can reap the rest
of my seventy-five
cents,” i said.
he paused, then
turned red and begged to
ask a (quote) strange
question of me.
“yes?”
are you related to
brian prince? you
look a lot li…
“(interrupting)
man, i am
him.”
and the air
compressor
went silent.
3 responses so far ↓
Beth // 20 October, 2008 at 9:53 pm |
just love the story here. Simple, but all the thinking and questions i had for the writer of the story….has brian changed so much that bike guy didn’t recognize him? was he an old friend? is he brian of past?
I think this one is my fave.
Biene Vallee // 22 October, 2008 at 10:46 am |
:) Thanks.
tony // 27 October, 2008 at 8:19 pm |
tighttighttighttighttight……..
does anybody really dare ask the question???????????