A Suitcase Story

Sunday Snippet

Ry and I are working on an absurd riff piece. For August, I’ll be posting our weekly progress. Be warned, it’s absolutely ridiculous!

Sometimes in summer, the air smells like wet cows.

Kim sighs, slams the car door and glances back at the house.

If it weren't for that damn cow that won't get off the roof, her life would be in order.

That's assuming that life as a mute insurance adjuster could ever be in order.  

But ever since Billy came back into her life, Kim has known no order.

Shit, Billy! She gunned the Impreza, shifting haphazardly while fishing her phone out of her pocket.

Two years ago, she'd left Billy in the care of Millie, thinking the poor alligator would be better off with someone besides her.

Now her aunt was the Yeyo Queen of Southern Indiana, and poor Billy was at risk of becoming a suitcase.

Taking one last look at the forlorn cow, Kim decides that she has to rescue Billy from Evansville and her half-coked out Great Aunt Millie.