Eat At Joe's
Copyright 2012 A.W.Whitford
All rights reserved
This story is dedicated to Anna. Thank you for giving me the courage to put it out there.
Special thanks to my first readers, my son Anthony, Jay Langejans my friend from the Great White North, and James Hudgins.
I would also like to thank Denise Lhamon for all of her help with the editing of this story.
I could hear it coming
A low rumble, almost imperceptible
Inaudible, felt or perceived, a breath on my neck
I scanned the horizon
Hands shielding my eyes from the sun
Hat tipped down low
His shadow ran before him like an unfamiliar bird
Drawn and darkened, stretched long across the plain