Sally lit the incense in her special burner. Patchouli filled her small apartment, once again replacing the stink of death.
She really should do something about the body before the neighbours complained. But she was so tired when she got home from her waitressing job.
A couple of Jack Daniels and she was flaked out on the couch. Next thing, sun was in her eyes. “How’d ya get a body out in daylight,” she thought.
Thank the Lord for Walmart and the discounted air conditioner running day and night, keeping the place cold.
More Patchouli, more Jack Daniels. Five days now and she still had Joe on her living room floor.
“Best thing was to move right outta town,” she thought. Greyhound to Memphis, see Elvis, then maybe Arizona.
Packed up her special incense tray last of all. “Guess it’s Karma, Buddha old buddy,” she murmured. “We’re on the road again.”
Funny thing – new graffiti outside her apartment building: “Your karma ran over my dogma.”*
“Good thing I ain’t got a dog,” she thought. Dead Joes was bad enough.
*graffiti in Vancouver, British Columbia, 1982
Pretty much stream of unconsciousness for Sunday Photo Fiction December 18, 2017
February 8, 2017 at 6:52 am
Is that your photo of the Buddha?
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February 8, 2017 at 7:01 am
No, the photo credit goes to “a mixed bag, 2016;”Al, the gentleman who runs the Sunday Photo Fiction picture prompt.
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February 8, 2017 at 7:04 am
I see. I understand now.
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February 8, 2017 at 7:46 am
I should restate the credit — it will highlight Al’s photography. Thanks for pointing that out.
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December 21, 2016 at 1:28 pm
What a gripping story !! Wonder what she’ll run into in Memphis:)
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December 21, 2016 at 9:03 pm
Interesting, karmic stuff no doubt.
Nice to see — hope all is well. And wishing you all the best of this festive season and brilliant and bright 2017.
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December 22, 2016 at 2:40 am
Thank you, Lorraine, happy holidays and a wonderful and prosperous (in health and writing) new year
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December 20, 2016 at 10:36 am
Great rollicking story. Karma, dogma, and fear of stigma.
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December 20, 2016 at 5:18 pm
Thanks — that piece of graffiti stuck in my head, and images like that brought it back.
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December 19, 2016 at 6:16 pm
I love this, wonderfully matter of fact about poor ol’ Joe just a-lying there
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December 19, 2016 at 6:20 pm
The opening line came immediately, and Joe followed “logically.”
Glad you enjoyed.
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December 19, 2016 at 4:44 pm
Sometimes the stream of unconsciousness is all it takes to create a story like this. I like it.
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December 20, 2016 at 12:42 am
Thanks — sometimes, my fingers do the walking and the talking.
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December 22, 2016 at 6:13 am
I love it when that happens. When the main character takes over and does what he/she wants. I was going to do a peaceful story this week, but my main character had other ideas.
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December 22, 2016 at 9:17 am
Yep, he certainly had. But it is amazing when the story writes itself or a character just emerges, demanding time ahead (excuse the pun) of other characters.
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December 23, 2016 at 8:45 am
Haha yes. You never know where it is going to go when they do that.
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December 23, 2016 at 9:15 am
Makes for an amazing roller coaster ride.
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December 23, 2016 at 5:27 pm
It does
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December 19, 2016 at 2:14 pm
Neat story Lorraine. Hope she goes somewhere far away, where she can blend in. Dogma can be dangerous thing, but I guess so can Karma when it catches up.
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December 19, 2016 at 6:24 pm
True — I get a sense she has left a body or two behind on her trips around the country.
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December 18, 2016 at 10:46 pm
A very good story. Thanks for sharing!
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December 19, 2016 at 7:37 am
You are most welcome.
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