Cones In The Dark
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He was from out of town. He arrived in the back of a pickup truck. He looked funny. He spoke funny. He looked like he had been in a brawl.
He wanted to know if we had seen any squares. We said we hadn’t seen any. We exchanged glances. Greenwald chuckled and Greenski played with his toothpick, a dangerous twinkle in his eyes. We knew all about this stranger. Boy, did we have his number. He was up to no good. We could smell it. We would have to tell the Sheriff. The Sheriff would sort him out. Us and the Sheriff.
It was not until the next day that we learned: the stranger was the new Sheriff. A dystopian red sun hung over the town, the roosters stayed silent all day, we drank our cold beers as we watched the green grass turn yellow, then rust brown. Greenwald looked pale and Greenski announced that he was going to change his name. A fly collided with my forehead and fell into my beer glass, paddling wildly.
(Loosely, very loosely inspired by the movie 'In The Heat Of The Night', made in 1967, starring Sidney Poitier and Rod Steiger and directed by Norman Jewison. The image title is borrowed from the classic film noir movie 'Man In The Dark', 1953)
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Cones In The Dark
©2022 Peter Mardie, all rights reserved. Protected by Pixsy.
He was from out of town. He arrived in the back of a pickup truck. He looked funny. He spoke funny. He looked like he had been in a brawl.
He wanted to know if we had seen any squares. We said we hadn’t seen any. We exchanged glances. Greenwald chuckled and Greenski played with his toothpick, a dangerous twinkle in his eyes. We knew all about this stranger. Boy, did we have his number. He was up to no good. We could smell it. We would have to tell the Sheriff. The Sheriff would sort him out. Us and the Sheriff.
It was not until the next day that we learned: the stranger was the new Sheriff. A dystopian red sun hung over the town, the roosters stayed silent all day, we drank our cold beers as we watched the green grass turn yellow, then rust brown. Greenwald looked pale and Greenski announced that he was going to change his name. A fly collided with my forehead and fell into my beer glass, paddling wildly.
(Loosely, very loosely inspired by the movie 'In The Heat Of The Night', made in 1967, starring Sidney Poitier and Rod Steiger and directed by Norman Jewison. The image title is borrowed from the classic film noir movie 'Man In The Dark', 1953)
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My web page:
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Come say hello! (my other hideouts)
IG: www.instagram.com/petermardie/
Facebook: www.facebook.com/petermardie
Tumblr: petermardie.tumblr.com