Copyright 2011 by Shine LeFlur
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This is a work of fiction, and any actual names, places, or events are used fictitiously.
The book caused all our problems. See, me’n my friend Bucky, we found this book at a garage sale. We were actually looking for hunting and camping equipment. But these folks had only an old canvas tent they claimed was worth ten bucks.
Bucky fingered the tent, drew back when canvas fibers fell off. "How much you got, Ralph? I got almost a dollar." I felt in my pocket. Junior, that's my dog, stretched out and sniffed the tent, shook his head at the odor. He started to turn sideways, so I gave him a small kick. Not polite to pee on other folk's stuff.
"Not enough for the tent," I answered. "Anyway, this bugger is rotten, can't you see that?" Bucky had picked up a book off a table of assorted junk.
"Yeah, I know, but we sure need…" His voice fell away a moment. I looked at the book he held. "The Adventures of Parasail Bob."
"Parasail!" I chirped.
"It's only ten cents," observed Bucky, opening the cover. He thumbed a page or two.