Wednesday, May 18, 2016

Leonard's Legs Leave Home

Plop.  Plop.  Plop.  Plop.

The sound of running feet echoed across the desert.

Plop.  Plop.  Plop.  Plop.

After years of threatening to do so, Leonard’s legs finally ran away with him.  And he was suffering for it.  His bones ached, his lungs burned, and his blood beat a steady tattoo in his ears.  He glanced down at the road and groaned.  He had crossed another state line.

 Why?  He thought.  Why?  Didn’t I make all the sacrifices?  Didn’t I offer the appropriate oblations at the appointed times?  What more did the gods want?

A few days ago, Leonard’s arms got wind of what was happening and now they wanted a piece of the action.  They demanded that the legs stop every hour so that they could do push-ups.
Oh, Lord, no, pleaded Leonard.  Not that – I  just couldn’t.

Plop.  Plop. Plop. Plop.

Next town – Albuquerque.






2 comments:

  1. OMG Sharon ... love this. Your writing is so off the wall, but entertaining, creative, and you are a great writer.

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  2. Another great post! I love your writing style and your ideas are so creative.

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