I’ve been doing Spring cleaning in my place and that means I often find something interesting. In this case, I found a stash of computer print outs of drafts of stories I lost in the Russian Virus Attack and Hard Drive Wipe of 2006. I just had to share the outline of one of them today. I’m in one of those moods. 😉
Barry Ballovitch through of himself as the Steppencow, was a yak of the steppes. This was a secret he kept to himself.
He had set aside his personal desires to find a good, solid job. He worked as a clerk in the Department, for the Company.
Once he had settled into his job to support his family he felt content. Two decades passed. After such a long period of service, he began to feel the desire to break free from the constraints of his comfortable life.
Barry took his life savings, bought a Sil limousine and toured the Country. He stayed out late, danced and drank in clubs.
In the middle of the eastern country, among the waves of grass, Barry left his luxury car and bought a horse and carriage. He rode it into the sky, into the setting sun.
It’s Hesse with a dash of Kafka and Thorne Smith. 😉