“A Real Catch” in Bending Genres

I’m wearing my lucky pants. Everybody at the post office knows me. Yesterday, when I walking to the liquor store, I noticed somebody peeping through the blinds. I’ve been trying to trick myself into being invisible, but so far, no luck.  For a while, I was thinking about running for office, but since the chainsaw accident, I’ve been rethinking my electability. Besides, I have my principles. Lucille says I’m one of her favorites, even if my stomach growls like an old washing machine. She’s such a cut-up. I told her the beauty of the beehive is its buzz. I’m my own noise. Too bad Lucille isn’t the marrying kind. She’s said no to me a million times. Tomorrow, I’m going to put on my desert camo, and take my dirt bike out to Dry Lake. I like it there because the light is clean and the sand looks like it’s asleep. I don’t mind if there’s no fishing. I never catch anything, anyway.

Appears in Bending Genres, Issue 17 ,October, 2020