‘No one Looks’ by Ray Cates

In many cities we survive among a gaggle of strangers.  Some we may have known in other years in various other forms or shapes, but now they are as if never seen before.  If we stopped and talked we might know of each other, or have friends in common, but we rarely stop.  Even if we stop, probably they won’t.

We live in anonymous worlds in a society of strangers.  We may not even know who lives next door to us.

Often we die alone in nursing homes where we are known only by how heavy our bed pans are.  Or we are remembered by how loud we scream in our fungal pains.

Well in the plague of altimers we may not even remember our own name, or if we have family we may die not knowing who the heck any of them are.

Death in an anonymous world is our new final blessing.

‘A Serious Offer’ by Ray Cates (Adolphus)

I was 17 and she said she was 35.  Well with me my last serious offer of sex was a girl who weighed at least 100 pounds more than me.  Mrs Brooker offered and we went at it, first in her garage.

We about wore out every bed in her home, when she confessed she had killed her husband and wanted to fix my teeth with the insurance money.

The police had even her garage wired for pictures and sound.  She went to the woman’s prison near Ocala.

To avoid being her assessory I joined the army.

 

To contact the author his street address is 121 NE 13th Ave. Ocala, Florida 34470   His e-mail address is: rcates2@cox.net   fax him at: 1-352-629-1573

The story from which this very short story come is called ‘Teeth’ which can be found at: http://unslightlyteeth.wordpress.com

‘A Serious Offer’ by Ray Cates (Adolphus)

I was 17 and she said she was 35.  Well with me my last serious offer of sex was a girl who weighed at least 100 pounds more than me.  Mrs Brooker offered and we went at it, first in her garage.

We about wore out every bed in her home when she confessed she had killed her husband, and wanted to fix my teeth with the insurance money.

The police had even her garage wired for pictures and sound.  She went to the woman’s prison near Ocala.

To avoid being her assessory I joined the army.

Contact the owner by writing: rcates2@cox.net or write 121 NE 13th Ave. Ocala, Florida 34470

This very short story is from the story ‘Teeth’  You can read that story at

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