"Do anything besides yard work, Toby?"
He stopped, gave his jeans the
toby-tug, squinted his eyes, and said,
"Yes Ma'am, I do. I'm a handy man."
I walked back to the deck, poured another
glass of zinfandel, and watched him work.
"Toby, can you fix those loose planks
in the deck?"
"I b'lieve so, ma'am.
"I'll need some nails, ten-penny, and boards.
I gave him the cash and he returned with
supplies. I poured another glass of zinfandel
and watched him pound.
Pound 'em, Toby. Give it all ya got.
Good zinfandel.
Planks down, yard done.
"Want a drink, Toby?"
"Water will be fine."
Again, the short tug on his jeans
seemed manly.
The wages seems so small for such a
warm afternoon.
"Think it's time you got a raise, Toby."
"Thank you, ma'am."
He stepped into his truck.
"See ya, Toby."
"Yes ma'am, be seein' you."
I went back to the deck to wait for
the planks to rot.
that is beautiful, you definitely should be a writer if you can keep up a whole book like that.
very very good.
ummm i suggest you take steady time to plot out a story line and just get everything really gathered up and start writing. Its my experience that stories can start off very good but get very dull. I think the key is patience and steady small steps.
If you have no interest in long stories or good sized books then you have a great talent for short things like what this. Keep writing