There was a car parked outside the celebration. It was between a tree and a wall. "That's it," she said. "I will take it. I will run with it!" She then walked up to the bar and order a Manhattan. With a cherry. Because a lady always knows. It's a fact that need not be proven. He could then smell the fear, the anticipation... Damn, those cucumbers are ripe. And this time, this season will be fruitful.
© 2010 Lee Greenfeld