A Wild Sheep Chase
Purchased at Talking Leaves…Books. Read by Lori.
This is the last of the unread Murakami books on my shelf. My elbow feels a little more sore today than it did yesterday, so I am going to have to keep the typing to a minimum. Surgery tomorrow. Ugh. I will probably write something beforehand, as I have to kill off half the day with no food or water before the operation. Hopefully I'll feel less sore than I do now.
from A Wild Sheep Chase
Wednesday Afternoon Picnic
It was a short one-paragraph item in the morning edition. A friend rang me up and read it to me. Nothing special. Something a rookie reporter fresh out of college might've written for practice.
The date, a street corner, a person driving a truck, a pedestrian, a casualty, an investigation of possible negligence.
Sounded like one of those poems on the inner flap of a magazine.
"Where's the funeral?" I asked.
"You got me," he said. "Did she even have family?"
Sunday, May 15, 2011