being laid up with a torn calf
muscle is
as good excuse as any to while away the
afternoon readinga literary noir about the
importance of friends, kept company by flies.
i had just settled into the tranquil garden when
our retired neighbor fired up the gas mower and
turned diminishing circles on the lawn, spiraling
towards me. wasn't until i scrambled to get my
crutch and chair out of his way that i noticed
there were no
clippings flying or fresh
mown scent: he just wasn't cutting it!