The poetry, stories and intrigues of C.J. Brenner
Monday, May 2, 2011
Dicey the Cream Shake Maker
There is a fellow I know and his name is Dicey Stronghold. Dicey is a big star and he likes to play the flute in the public square a few times a day. This is good and Dicey has done his best to be the star of the square on a number of afternoons. Dicey likes to work in the sardine canning business. He likes to make the key that they put in the sardine cans to open the cans. If you get to know Dicey, he is a very talented holder of bricks that one can use to build a stronghold. I met Dicey once in the morning one day and he took me to a business restaurant for breakfast. When we were there, Dicey told me of his passion for selling fruit by the car lots in the month of February. I just did not understand why he would do this as there was always snow on the ground. Dicey told me that he liked to see the looks on the faces of those shopping for cars when he offered them a Grapefruit or an Orange. Dicey offered me a slice of blackberry pie that morning and I admit it did not taste too bad. But that said, I never got the blackberry stain out of my shirt pocket where some of it sadly fell and landed. I just never thought that Dicey would offer me a pie that would never come off of a red shirt that I had. But that said, I never think of Dicey that much these days. He was always a nice fellow when I had once known him before that time that he wanted to work in the sardine industry. But I fear that now that he is a sardine worker, he never closes his door without a sardine key on his key chain.
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