Thanks, and So Long

[Gita]

I always figured, when I got older, God would sort of come into my life somehow.  But he didn’t.
                                                                                                                             -- No Country For Old Men

 

Giorgi Radislav died with one shoeless leg in his pants and with the other not yet in its sock, the whole man having slumped against a wall with a shotgun blast to his chest. 
The blood spatter would need to be cleaned from the Regal Motel's nubby cottage-cheese ceiling and the walnut-colored veneer of  everything else.

The carpet was a goner under Giorgi's body.

The Hudspeth County Clarion declared, "West Texas' Most Famous Communist Shot In Motel Love Nest," although, to be accurate (and what newspaper wishes to be inaccurate?)  Giorgi was just a garden variety freethinker, an atheist who liked to pique the Baptist monoculture, and he was no more communist than the Rotary Club.

When the outraged husband of the woman Giorgi  pleasured every Thursday from 2 to 4 p.m. came through the door with several of his leering friends, Giorgi's thoughts curiously did turn to God momentarily. 
He thanked  the Almighty that he had completed the act of love and that he would be at least partially dressed when the police arrived, but it was more of a casual,  "hey, thanks" than a prayer.

[Edward Dean]

You keep forcing me to expand my accolade adjective vocabulary but I'm only giving out stars this week; a big gold one right in the middle of your forehead!

(Psssst.....Watch out for that 'Handley' guy, I think he's trying to get next to you!:)

[Mike Handley]

Line four = perfection.

Line five:  Nothing garden variety about TWO hours.

Line six: Average freethinkers in fox holes ... love "casual."

Series: Bring it on! 

[Gita]

There's at least one line worth using as a springboard in every Coen Bros film (and probably a dozen from "O Brother, Where Art Thou?') . I feel a series coming on.

 

[Angela]

Good riff, I'll say.  I can think of worse things to say to God at such a time, I suppose.  If I read this on a random piece of paper in the Library, I believe I would know you wrote it.

[Teresa]

Somehow, every piece of fiction you write sounds truer than real (day to day) life.  Maybe because all great fiction is just "riffing off" truth from the conscious collective.  I wanted this six to go on and on.  You're doing that to me lately.

[Justine Dunn]

Great story, your opening and closing sentences are so tragically comical!

[Sandra Davies]

Isn't 'pleasured' a nice, evocative word ...