Five Easy Minutes

23 Aug

I was hunting around the cupboard for Tommy’s favorite Koozie – the one with the foam boobies on it that he’d gotten at South of the Border – when the doorbell rang.


I froze, beer in one hand, booby Koozie in the other.

“Babe, can you get that?” Tommy called. “I just sat my ass down.”

“Sure.” I hurried from the kitchen and across the living room, my heart roosting in my throat like a big, overstuffed hen.

Through the peephole I saw the lawnmower man, shirtless and slick with rain.

~ Rebekah Hunter Scott from her short story – Five Easy Minutes – published in the Rogues Gallery Writers collection, Writing is Easy.

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Posted by on August 23, 2011 in Uncategorized


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