Untitled Country Song

Lost my job at the Bump and Brew.

Boss said, “Elmer, it’s quits for you.

Lost my truck when the brakes broke free. Flying down the highway at ninety-three.

Lost my mind when I lost my dear. Guess it’s time to drink another beer? pack my fishing gear? jump off a pier?

Ann S. Epstein, whose height in inches is roughly commensurate with this story’s length in words, writes fiction and memoir. asewovenwords.com