DO NOT STOP WALKING!
Under a metallic sky Sloth turns down a muddy path. Needs a shave. Needs pleasing. Needs a woman well-versed in the vanilla arts. There is coffee to the right and whiskey to the left. Sloth keeps walking like the zombie actor in the $30 haunted house across from Tito's Taco Tuesday told him to eleven or fifteen years ago. "Keep walking forward, mijo! DO NOT STOP WALKING!" Sloth has lived his life by that clock that metric that rubric and now he is walking down a muddy path bloody and bruised and swollen and discombobulated yet resolute. Stoic, if you will. Anyone in America who isn't suffering from post traumatic stress disorder clearly isn't paying attention.
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Author's Note
The all caps look quite rude but they are necessary. This is an excerpt from Elucubration, one of the thirteen short stories in Clown Gravy.
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More of Sloth in those thirteen stories, I trust. This compels interest and a taste for more.
You made Sloth real. I have sympathy for him. Amazing you did that like that. Very effective.
Thanks, David and Dianne!
So glad you enjoyed.
"Anyone in America who isn't suffering from post traumatic stress disorder clearly isn't paying attention."
I like the urgency here.
wow. This is a marvelous piece, Misti. Nothing is wasted. Every syllable working perfectly. I like in a big way.
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Thanks, Darryl and Sam!