The stranger

“Dance!”

said the Outlaw,

and he fired his

gun near the feet

of the Stranger.

***

Blam! Blam! went the Outlaw’s gun.

***

Nearby, his gang of

ne’er do wells,

whooped and cheered

at the spectacle

***

“Dance!” said the Outlaw, again

***

And, so, … the Stranger danced.

***

And danced.

***

And danced.

***

And it was beautiful.

***

Unlike anything

the Outlaw gang

had ever —

or, would ever —

see again.

***

And the men began to weep, 

***

for they knew

this truth in

their hearts.

***

Then, wiping away their tears,

the gang looked around,

***

the Stranger had gone!

***

There was a moment

of confused silence,

then the Outlaw asked,

***

“Who was that Stranger?”

***

Came a voice from

the back of the room,

***

“The Lone Dancer!”

.

A message to my readers

Listen up, Jerks!

***

Don’t you hate it

when you have to

apologize for something

you said, even

though, deep down,

you really don’t

regret saying it?

***

Well, me, too.

***

And, hey —

***

I’m sorry I called you all jerks.

.


2.

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3.

“Bless You”

would be

a good slogan

for the

pepper industry