A bullet from a .45 pistol shattered a beer bottle sitting atop a broken fence post. Gary had been feeling like that for quite some time. The world was the pistol and he was the bullet.
“Too many celebrities in this world Otis.”
He looked down at his best friend, an auburn-haired Irish Setter, then flicked the last of his cigarette onto the dirt road. Hitting the back of his pickup truck, the ever-obedient Otis jumped in.Gary lifted the heavy drop-down door and banged it shut.
He was mad. He felt mad. Walking around to the driver’s side, he began to think about his last job. He had only begun working there a month ago, putting pizza boxes together and making deliveries for Luigi’s Pizza Palace. Two weeks later, Luigi tells him business is slow, the economy is bad and he has no choice but to let him go.
“But you a good worker Gary,” spoken encouragingly while patting him on the back. “You find another job, I sure of it.”
As usual, he took the punch quietly—just another smack down in life. He gathered his jacket and cowboy hat and walked off into the sunset. Just like John Wayne would have done.
BANG!
Otis barked and jumped up to peer through the truck's window where the loud noise came from.
(TO BE CONTINUED)
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Copyright 2010 by Janet Cipolli. All rights reserved.
