First entry, Friday Fiction …
“He’s the Dummy…”
It’s not what you think, compadre. I know it looks like he’s got nothin’ goin’ on upstairs.
But he has his moments.
Tony’s got jobs in town, when he can. He puts up shingles and paints barns for folks who can’t get their kids to do it.
Then on the weekends, a Saturday or a Sunday afternoon, I take pity on him and let him work with me at the Bijou, right on the square.
He’s not very funny, but he does what I tell him — better than the others before him.
I’m still gonna have to kill him.
(Hat tip to Protein Wisdom’s Darlene Click!)