Trust In Love – James Gallagher

“Into every rain a little life must fall”

 

“She always put her mouth where her money was,

but, Hell, that was how her Mother used to needle her!”

His voice seemed to cloud over somehow- from within-
maybe it wasn’t only her Mom he was remembering.

His wet hands were roughly scraping at his gnarled scruff of a beard.

Mine were fumbling uncomfortably in my pockets.

I crossed his now outstretched palm with some pieces of silver.

He had already been looking past me – through me.

“Shit! You ain’t but licked me yet! ‘N’ ain’t ’bout too neither!”

Glancing back as I moved on, I could almost see her.

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