Frederico

Ruminations of a Birdbrain

On The Street in the Rain

Seeing Janet laying there brought about uneasy feelings that I can’t quite explain. It was as though I had seen it all before, or experienced it before. I had seen a dog get run over by a car once, but that was different. He was being stupid. He used to run with Frederico and his ilk. Marty, I called him, loved being called by name, his or anyone’s. If you called out a name and no one stepped forward…