"Driver Wanted: UTI Construction
Will pay for licensing.
Call for more info."
Below the sign, two pull tabs remained. He blew on his coffee and on impulse tore the tab with the phone number. He pushed through the door and walked out onto the sidewalk. The bell jingled overhead.
He took a seat at one of the tables that faced Main Street and sipped his drink. Looking down the block he saw his truck. The truck he had slept in the past three nights as he traveled across Colorado. He hated this feeling of wandering. A vagabond. A nomad. A drifter.
Mack reached for the newspaper that had been left behind at the table and skimmed the classified pages. He jiggled his foot as the familiar feelings of restlessness stole over him. A farm truck rumbled by and Mack looked across the patio toward the street. And that's when he spotted the bronze sculpture.
A four-foot headless chicken stood amidst the hot pink petunias.
Mack shook his head and chuckled. He turned back to the newspaper and his eyes focused on the headline: Mike the Headless Chicken Festival. He read about the "Wonder Chicken" that had lived for 18 months after a botched be-heading and the annual festival held in his honor. Mike had literally been running around like a chicken with his head cut off. And so had Mack.
In his gut, Mack knew it was time to stop running and maybe this was the sign he'd been waiting for. He fingered the phone number, staring at the digits. He took the last swig of his coffee and walked back into the cafe. The waitress behind the counter looked up at the sound of the bell and smiled at him.
"May I use your phone?"
Linking up with The Red Dress Club (again ... I couldn't decide - here's the other link). This week's prompt: 350 words to write a piece in which a local or regional item or industry plays a role. A real chicken and a real festival ... but a made up Mack.
|A picture from a few years ago ...|