another anecdotal blurb disguised as a story
fiction
edward w pritchard
Another anecdotal blurb disguised as a story.
My Uncle Horace always had those big ears. One day down south of Muskie creek Uncle Horace and Bennie Bejums were fishing. Mosquitoes were thick in the humid air and a buzz of a breeze was blowing from Kately's flour mill up south of Miller's truck farm. The youngest Miller girl, Linny-Jo was about sixteen and carrying flowers for the family moon shining business. Linny was one beautiful girl.
Bennie looked over at my Uncle Horace and winked. At the same time Uncle Horace's fishing reel ...
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