Friday, September 28, 2012


I ignore my cell phone - can’t let Mona hear the announcer at the track.

She leaves a voice mail, “I need to share something with you; I’m having a stressful day.” Then a text, “Call me ASAP!” 

I call from the car. “I’ve got a customer,” she says. “I’ll call you back.”

When she calls, Barkley and I are napping. Her voice seems wary, “Is the dog on the bed?” 

This is not something I feel like sharing.


I just got an email informing me that this story was not selected as one of the top ten in the Esquire 79 word story contest. Frankly, I had forgotten all about it.

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