Willie Smith is deeply ashamed of being human. His work celebrates this horror. His recently released anthology of parables, fairy tales and lewd, longwinded jokes NOTHING DOING is available at amazon.com.
I cannot help myself.
Homer, Dante, Baudelaire, Joyce, Chandler, Thompson. THE ODYSSEY, THE INFERNO, LES FLEURS DU MAL, ULYSSES, THE BIG SLEEP, A SWELL LOOKING BABE.
Thank you so much for reading my humble little work. Always appreciated.
Dear Willie Smith: Thanks for your astute comment on my story, best, Lillian
Thank you for your wonderful and profound comment on Ilonka.
Oops, my comment got cut off. First time that's happened. Maybe there's a character limit. Anyway, I'd said I suggested to Charlie's son that he might donate the revolver to the Confederate Museum in Richmond and take a large tax write-off. I think that's what I would do.
Willie, I just now read your comment on Balls. My best friend for years, now dead from asbestosis, had a vanity plate on his 4-Runner that said "43rd Bn". Every year we'd go hunting in Nelson County, where his people lived and he had a cabin up on a ridge, we'd pass an old house on Route 58 (I believe, or maybe 90-something)where Charlie remembered his folks telling how Mosby would rest his horse under the overhang that overlooked a hollow that led to the woods. Many a time neighbors would alert the occupant of the house - a great uncle of Charlie's - that Sheridan was coming down the highway and Mosby would hop on his horse and dash for the woods before anyone in blue had spotted him. At one point Mosby gave Charlie's uncle a Schofield revolver he'd taken off a Union captain. Charlie inherited it and kept it in a safe deposit box, wondering what the hell to do with it. His son, a Va State Trooper, now owns it, but I'll bet it still sits in that bank box in Newport News. I sugges
Thank you so much for your kind words.