TALL COTTON
By Beth Carter
Oscar’s neck ached from staring up at the fortieth floor windows. He scratched his head. “Ted, why do you s’pose Trump has to buy such tall buildings?”
Ted switched his mop and bucket to his left hand. “’Cause he can, I guess. What now, boss?
Oscar reached into his pocket, pulled out a blue kerchief and wiped his forehead. “Give me the bucket and go get a ladder. A tall one.”
Ted set the bucket at his boss’s feet. Sudsy water sloshed onto the shiny, tile floor. “I guess it could be worse. One of us could be Donald Trump’s barber.”
I'm glad you jumped into the Friday Fiction Fray. Yours was a totally different take on the picture. A blue collar view. I like that. The last line made me laugh out loud.
ReplyDeleteWhat can I say? I love blue collar guys! If I made YOU laugh, Russell, I take that as a huge compliment. Thank you!!!
ReplyDeleteGreat dialogue, and what a great last line! And I like blue collar guys, too. :)
ReplyDeleteHa! That's another thing we have in common, Jan. :) Glad you liked it. Thanks!
ReplyDeleteSo adorable. Now I'm gonna have to come with something, but probably not as good.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Shirley. Yours will be great and probably a mystery if I know you. :)
DeleteHah! Anti-pomposity, much missed in political and social dialogue these days and much enjoyed in your story.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Carlos! I think it's so cool that someone from the UK is commenting on my blog. Btw, I tried to comment on several contributors' blogs including yours and my comments didn't show up. Where are they? Drives me crazy. Blogger and Wordpress aren't playing nicely.
DeleteI wish there was an MRI that would give me insight into the way you think, Lady! Great story--like the others, I love the last line.
ReplyDeleteHa! Ginny, my husband would like to take a gander at that MRI as well. :) I'm all over the place with my writing. I love many different genres. Thank you. You're a wonderful writer so that's a big compliment.
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