The Cruise by J. Raff
He said he would go with me some day and a promise is a promise. But, really? Did he have to insist on this suitcase? Ah well, it was nothing but dead weight now.
A porter in a starched white shirt looked up from his clipboard.
"One, please," I said.
J. Raff is ever closer to those ATVs and writing might be done outside for the next six months - around a fire he couldn't start, and eating fish he couldn't catch. He is published in various trade publications about basketball and several local magazines. He is a contributor for three basketball books. Those were done before he found the mountains again.
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2 comments:
JR...
This story was very intriguing...you told so much in so few words...and let ones imagination do the rest! It displays some dark humor too...Nice work!
witty! read it twice before I got it.