Where's My Literary Agent?
Another sneak peak at the soon-to-be-published Random Scratch.
“So where do you go everyday, man?” Jay asked as the swimmer walked out of the lake, this time in his shorts.
“I’m fixing up some houses.” He walked to the dockside shower.
“Well, if you ever need some help, I’m available after ten when I close the pool.” Jay was putting picnic tables back where they were supposed to be and cleaning up paper plates and bottles left on the lawn.
“That’s a little late, but I might take you up on it.” He stood under the cold water.
“What time you finally able to get back to your trailer last night?”
“I don’t know, but it was late.” He draped a towel over his shoulders.
“People followin’ you around out here like you were some kinda Jesus, man,” Jay laughed.
“If I were Jesus I wouldn’t have paid for a picnic for five hundred people.” He sat at a table.
“Yeah, no shit. Just stand over the grill and say ‘Burgers! Multiply!’” Jay waved his hand like a magician, “Or you could get like a six-pack and turn it into a whole truck full o' beer!” he laughed again and the swimmer said nothing.
“Whatsa matter, man?” Jay sat down. “You seem all serious an’ shit.”
He looked at Jay for a moment, “You ever get that feeling, like you know something’s about to happen, and so you’re just waiting for it?”
“Totally, man,” Jay shifted, ready to tell a story, “This one time, an’ this was back when I was dealin’ weed – which I don’t do no more, just so ya know - we were waiting at this hotel for the dude to show up with the shit, right? an’ I got this feelin’ like somethin’ wasn’t right, ya know? So I told my partners, ‘I’m out,’ and I left. They said I was just bein’ paranoid. Didn’t get my cut, ‘course, but there was no cut to get ‘cause they all got busted,” he shook his head, “fucked up, man,” and lifted his cap as he wiped his forehead with his forearm, “Like that? Like a premonition or somethin’?”
“Yeah, like that,” he said.