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Eat At Joe's

By A.W.Whitford



Smashwords edition



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

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