Post by Leslie Bayer on Aug 3, 2008 0:51:20 GMT -5
Leslie walked the very familiar path to his mother's plaque, a bouquet of flowers he snitched from their neighbors backyard clutched in his hand along with a string of pebbles, slightly pissed that people kept either stealing them or unstringing them and putting them on the pebble covered path. "You'd think the idiots would have figured fishbowl rocks on a string don't belong on the grey pebble road! Then again why anybody would sink so low as to steal that I have no fucking clue.
Finally reaching his destination he took a water bottle out of his coat pocket and flipped over the vase before putting in the water and flowers and tying the pebbles around the vase. "Hey mom, it's Leslie, again your flowers were wilting and some idiot put your necklace on the path again and I kinda wanted to talk to you. Yeah I know you probably can't hear me but, whatever."
Finally reaching his destination he took a water bottle out of his coat pocket and flipped over the vase before putting in the water and flowers and tying the pebbles around the vase. "Hey mom, it's Leslie, again your flowers were wilting and some idiot put your necklace on the path again and I kinda wanted to talk to you. Yeah I know you probably can't hear me but, whatever."