My Wife's Lunch Pail
MY WIFE'S LUNCH PAIL Under a tree, in the middle of a desert, a lunch pail glinted in welcome. “Hey man, hey,” the Drifter peered over the ebony branches. “Hey man, hey. Hey. You got something for me?” I looked up from my meditative position with my wife’s lunch pail in my lap. The Drifter was more... Sign in to see full entry.