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they liked different things but...
He liked jazz, old school masters, John Coletrane, Miles Davis, and Thelonious Monk. She was a rock and roll girl, mostly alternative with an occasional Dixie Chicks ballad thrown in. He liked to eat chicken-fried steak, garlic mashed potatoes and hash for breakfast, lunch, or dinner. She was strictly vegan and only shopped at the health food store off Lamar and 6th. But they liked the same beer and after a couple of them, they had everything in common.
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Comment by: karjon Online- 2007-08-17 14:15
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Are you sitting down? Loved it - no picky points.
Cracking wee story, Trace.
Cheers
Karen |
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| Excellent storytelling! The story is so vivid and is well put together, especially considering the length. There is so much truth seeping from the last line. I give another brilliant vote for this story. |
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I love this.... a motion picture in flash form... to say this is brilliant would be a serious understatement.
Well done, well done indeed. |
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| Awesome Trace! Short and wonderfully poignant. that last line is a brilliant clincher! |
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Comment by: tcbswan - 2007-08-15 12:32
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costa, mitchell, and nicole--thanks so much for the read and the appreciation for this story. i've a lot of reading to catch up on--looking forward to reading your stories/poetry--email me if there's something particular you want me to read! best,
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