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Helping the Medicine Go Down It had been raining for weeks. Cold, dark days alternating with freezing black nights. The blue-gray light from the tiny window softly diffused across the kitchen table as the faint sound of Buck Owens drifts in from a distant radio. The contents of her purse were spilled out and spread over the peach colored formica. Car keys (Ford), check book (only deposit slips left), ID (California -expired), lip stick (Fire Engine 77), a small bottle of perfume (Deora), a half pack of cigarettes (Lucky Strike), a lighter (Gold Zippo -empty), some cash ($207 in small misc. bills), and an exquisite, pearl handle, stiletto style switchblade with the name "Sugar" engraved in delicate script. "Oh it's cryin' time again. You're gonna leave me... |
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77 El Deora |
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