Sunday Night

It rained all day Friday,Saturday,and by Sunday evening waves of water cascaded over the top concrete step in the center of the front porch. I reached in my shirt pocket,pulled out my Zippo, and lit a Kool.

Smoke swirled waxed fire red plastic jumbo cup of crushed ice flavored with lime-green gin based hot-pink lipstick edge. Slide trombone electric blues train chugged five miles out from the station when we first saw her silhouette moonbeams cast upon emerald green felt loaded with blazing red die. Seven.