One Saturday Night

The Hot Brown Haired Floozy takes a look in the mirror under a yellow glow of incandescent light. In Particular plays in the cd machine. Its only music. Her speakers are veneer like summer skin. JBL. Though this has nothing to do with anything, the song kicks her ass.

Satchel is on the other end of a land line phone waiting for her to pick up the receiver again. He listens to the music in the background and pumps his knees and hips. He doesn’t know how to take a hint.

It doesn’t matter. They are each able to crack a smile. The most unlikely of friends.

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