Six Sentence Sunday: Laid To Rest

This Sunday I am posting the first six sentences of a short story I am writing entitled Laid To Rest.  It is humorous fiction set in Mississippi in 1954 about two good ol' boys who end up trying to make the mayor's death look accidental.

   Mayor Clifford Earl Stroud, the Third died the way no politician wants to die—on top of a woman who was not his wife.

     Trouble was me and Tommy Ray Petty didn't know Mayor Stroud was having a heart attack while we were siphoning the gas out of his brand-new 1954 Caddy.  The white Fleetwood gleamed in the moonlight like a beached whale as I removed the gas cap and threaded a piece of a rubber hose into the tank.

     A match flickered in the darkness when Tommy Ray lit up a cigarette.  Momma always said he wasn’t quite right.

     "Tommy Ray, it ain't a good idea to smoke and steal gas at the same time."

                                                                                                                                                                 

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