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“Sheeeeeeeit,” said Ruthie. “Your name’s not Eternity, is it?”
“Hell no! I just told you that to keep you going. My name’s Chance. Slim Chance.” He smiled idiotically.
Ruthie’s pert nose wrinkled-up into a knot of disdain. “Slim Chance?”
“That’s the truth.”
She rolled her eyeballs ~ and sipped at the delicious hot coffee (in a cup) that the waitress had snuck onto the table while they’d been conversing. “I don’t know what to believe anymore,” said she.
“Just believe what you see,” said he ~ and he raised both hands in supplication. “Do I look like Eternity?”
“No,” she admitted. “You look like Slim Chance.”
excerpt
from a short novel entitled
The Road Princess & Eternity
by Rawclyde!
A Ghost Town Called Love 