a dynamic short fiction
created for you just now:
I got one lady, she's like the day I learned to drive: Everytime I see her it just makes my day. She might ride once, twice in a week, in the mornings. She works at some hospice up the road, I think. She's got a face like a nurse, walks like a nurse, wears a pen on a little rope around her neck like a nurse.
I'm reading my paper and trying to think about what I'm going to have for dinner. I used to be able to eat those Lean Cuisine dinners like every night, but lately they've been shit. I don't know if it's me or the dinners, but one of us has been shit lately.
I get on the intercom and tell Sabres that he's got to settle down. "Settle down there," I say, "Settle down and leave that gal alone. She don't need no bother."