Wednesday is upon us again. I have a feeling since it is the Wednesday after the Fourth of July holiday the week has been moving faster for some reason. I think it is because my granddaughter is visiting me from Indiana. You know how time flies when you are having a good time. So it is with this visit. She is sixteen and a real joy. She will be an exchange student in the fall and it is exciting to see how well her life is developing. I have to give full credit to her mom and dad. They are hands on parents and it really shows. My youngest daughter is visiting at the same time so the house is full of chatter and laughter. Daughter’s life is developing well also. She is a fraud analyst working for a start-up company. Okay, I’ll take part of the credit.
The Fourth of July weekend was the inspiration for the story today. There were so many people and so much trash. You would think none of these folks had the kind of parents who would teach them to behave as if they are human rather than a sty dweller. The story is titled Trash. I hope you like it. Yes, Frank is in it so we know there is a problem right away.
Trash by John W. Howell
“Look at that ass throwing the beer cans in the water.”
“I see him. Do you know him?”
“Nope. I can tell he is from San Antonio though.”
“How can you tell that?”
“Can’t you see the GO SPURs on his wife beater shirt?”
“Yeah, I can.”
“Also he has more beer in a HEB store plastic bag in his hand. Dead tip-off.”
“Should we say anything? I hate that littering.”
“Yeah, you stay here. I’ll go see what he thinks he’s doing. Hey fella.”
“You talkn’ to me.”
“Yeah, I’m talking to you. I was wondering why you were throwing the beer cans into the water.”
“They’re trash man. I’m throwing them away.”
“How about that trash barrel that is oh maybe ten steps away.”
“You got a problem?”
“I don’t like litter on the beach.”
“Well then that’s your problem.”
“Pick it up.”
“Make me.”
“What’s your name?”
“Gerry. What’s yours?”
“Frank.”
“Why do you want to know my name?”
“I always like to know who I’m killing with this here 9MM. Bye Gerry.”
Fiction Favorites 
I can understand how someone like Gerry would make anyone feel homicidal, not just Frank 😉 I’m glad you’re having fun with your family. You should take credit for the lot of them, grandkids included 🙂 Happy Hump Day!
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Thanks Marie.
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Hope Frank throws his ‘trash’ out when he’s done. Otherwise he might be a bit of a hypocrite. Seriously though, I think I remember seeing an article in Florida years ago when a person did shoot another for littering. It was in the leg.
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Sounds like a fitting response.
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Wow, Frank takes “Give a hoot, don’t pollute,” to the next level. Exaggeration always makes for a better story. 😉
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I like the slogan, “you pollute I shoot.”
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Have a wonderful visit. Grandchildren are the best – enjoy every second!
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I am. Thanks
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Of course, Frank would choose this route……
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His motto: You pollute, I shoot.
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There’s much credit to be given you, Papi. You done good, and you’re still doing it. As for Frank? Man . . he comes with heat!
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Frank always gives his best shot.
On Wed, Jul 9, 2014 at 6:40 PM, Fiction Favorites wrote:
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Don’t you defend him. Don’t . . you . . dare . . .
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If only…….
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Tell me. *CLICK*
On Thu, Jul 10, 2014 at 9:17 AM, Fiction Favorites wrote:
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