Skeeter &
Elmer
by Wayne Russell
Out
the window I
stare,
birds
singing and
skies
are
blue.
So
much older now,
my
thoughts
revert back
to
that
old widow lady—
she
used to live in
a mobile
home
with her
alcoholic
husband
named Albert—
everyone
called him
Skeeter
because
he could
suck down
the
whiskey like no
one's business—
like
a mosquito
sucking blood
from
the fatty flesh
of a thigh.
Elmer
hated Skeeter,
but missed
him
dearly when he
passed away
from
the demon
drink; he was 70—
but
everyone thought
that he was
95,
WWII had aged
him terribly,
and
the drinking,
smoking, and
gambling
sure didn't
help.
Wayne Russell is the
author of the poetry book 2020's Where
Angels Fear via Guerilla Genius Press, available for purchase on Amazon;
his second book, Splinter of the Moon, published by Silver Bow
Publishing, has just been released and also can be found at Amazon in both
Kindle and paperback edition.
