Saturday, January 2, 2010

24: Ordering

He walked into the bar, tattered backpack over his shoulders, translation dictionary in his hands. With much struggle, he ordered a beer. The bartender, frustrated, sighed. He sipped his beer, printed a to-do list that stretched to his last day. Museums, stores, restaurants. Then he pondered the language: how much does that cost, good afternoon, may I buy you a drink?


Camroc Press Review said...

These are so damn good, Christian. I envy how easily you seem to toss them off, like perfect little candies from a Mardi Gras float.

I wish you'd let CPR reprint some every once in a while and also send us something new if you ever feel like it.

Best wishes for the new year.

Barry Basden

Michael Solender said...

it all boils down to the basics. tight. very tight.