The Dream Mechanic – Part XXXI
Aug 26th, 2010 | By Tom Fillion | Category: Series, The Dream MechanicPenelope was in a rage when I arrived at the store.
Penelope was in a rage when I arrived at the store.
Elysian Fields apartment complex. I carried the toolbox and the hose up three flights of stairs. The apartment where I had to reassemble a waterbed vibrated from the sound music blasting. I knocked loudly.
Winston K. Finley, with pink, blotchy skin, wore a wide-brimmed straw hat to protect his skin from the sun. His complexion was like a shadow, only in white.
I was outside a country house hooking up several lengths of water hose to a well pump. The pump gurgled, ran for a short time then cut off
The landscape changed to slightly rolling pasture land near Zephyrhills.
I hold these truths to be self evident. The sale of the Lincoln Log waterbed took me to the housing projects on the east side of downtown Tampa.
“Did I ever tell you about the first time I got laid?” I asked.
Penelope held an ice cream cone like the Statue of Liberty lady held
the torch of freedom.
The invoice was for a triple-decker, Campaigner waterbed.
Everyone from the shopping center was invited to the wedding of
Gertrude Elfers and Vircengetorix Lopez at the First Baptist Church of Seminole Heights.