I'm being held up today as well. Pre-dawn rains came through at the 530am dog walk. So if the weather clears, I'm off to the park for a sunday marathon on the bike.
On the other hand, I figured while I was waiting, I may as well disgorge this little gem for you and whoever finds it in the future.
Enjoy!
Two desperadoes are on the run, making their way across the desert.
It’s been a few days, now, with no civilization in sight. Between the heat, hunger, and dehydration, their minds are starting to play tricks on them.
“Bo. Do you see that?”
“What? I don’t see nothin, Slim.”
“Up there!” he says, excitedly. “It looks like… bacon! In that little scraggly tree!”
“Slim, you’re just imagining things. There’s no such thing as a bacon tree.”
But off he runs, leaving Slim behind. Giddy as a schoolboy, heading for what has to be a mirage.
Before he gets there, a shot rings out.
BANG!
And Slim slumps to the ground. Bo, with no regard for himself, sprints to the side of his fallen friend.
“Bo?”
“I’m here, Slim. Just hold onto me, alright?”
“Bo, listen,” he whispers. “It- it wasn’t a bacon tree, Bo…”
“… it was a ham bush.”
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