'Bout Time
Louis was what we called a loner who loved
wearing army surplus fatigues and combat boots. His mom said he had a sweet
disposition, but I never really saw it. Occasionally, he'd drop by and ask if
I'd sell him a dime bag, knowing that if I had anything at all what he'd get
would be free. Often, when he came over like that we'd sit on the back steps
and smoke and smile.
Last year, Louis
moved to California and became engaged to be married. The ceremony was last
week. I flew out and had a good time. I didn't expect him to take his vows in
his war surplus outfit. He didn't. He looked simply fetching in ruby red high
heels and the low-cut gown. The fatigues were a little baggy on his
spouse, Warren. Before I left to go back to my hotel I kissed the bride, Louise.
Yes, I did.
CP
David James lives
in Atlanta and writes stories.
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