BY CONNIE COOK
Copyright is held by the author.
EVERY MORNING Shorty picks me up for work. He has a litany of complaints about people around him.
His wife has a ferret named Baby who sleeps in their bed.
His neighbor is an ex-military sniper constantly barking orders at his imaginary platoon.
His daughter has joined a cult in Saskatchewan – nudists, he thinks.
Finally, I say, “Google a therapist.”
Shorty stops the truck and yells, “What the hell do you mean? I’m nuts? Get the hell out.”
I slide out the passenger side. Shorty speeds off.
Now he can add me to his list of grievances.
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Connie Cook is a semi-retired social worker who now works on a casual basis at a library. She has been writing forever. She has a BA as well as a Certificate in Creative Writing from the University of Toronto. Connie has had stories published in anthologies, wrote a column for a weekly newspaper, and has won awards in Literary Lapses and the Alice Munro Festival of the Short Story. She has three grown children and five grandchildren.
Excellent!
Well done. Pacing and dialogue are nice and tight.