Wednesday, March 22, 2006

Dick (47/365)

Dick T: His name fit so well, mumbling insulting comments about his customers under his pot-breath lips as he bagged their groceries. A cop turned grocery store owner, he always had the best weed in town. Tossing his triple-screened scraps to his employees like bones.

4 comments:

Cate said...

I just discovered this section of your site and LOVE it! Oh, each of these are like poetry! Off to read more!

Unmarriageable. said...

You really do convey him well - pot breath lips has a real feel to it.

brain bubbles said...

Why does there always HAVE to be Dick in every town? I especially loved that last line ... "triple-screened" is perfect for conveying how much he valued his employees, and the "like bones" shows you exactly where he believed they existed in the pecking order

I don't like him much

Indigo Bunting said...

Bravo!