The Fell Good Flue by Robin Miller Page A

exhaled with a great smoke-ring that floated there for a moment before fading out. Then handed the pipe back saying, “that got me up, now all I need is not to let myself down too quickly.”
I handed him a bud and said, “keep that in a safe place until you get to a landing of rest again.” He put it in his pocket and said, “many thanks, my day will fly by now, I hope yours last as long as you want it to.”
I said, “the longer it does, the more I get done, and today is a good one not to go many places. I hope your travels are safe and trade worthy.”
He said, “so far I count them to be near yours, but my day is hoping to slow down, thanks again and I’m off.”
He gave Brandy a wave as he went back up the stairs to the roof, then zipped off the edge and to the other building. I repacked my pipe again, and Brandy came over from the kitchen as I took a drag, then she kissed me and had one herself and went back to stir the meat. I said, “you should get a pipe for yourself, they’re not hard to find.”
Brandy, “I do fine on other’s and don’t have to worry about keeping a supply.” I said, “I keep telling myself that, and find even more cargo to call my own to move.” She said, “well now life’s a bitch when having too much is something to bitch about.” I said, “yes, being briefly rich is so tiresome, I may be glad to go back to work at working at doing nothing tomorrow.”
Brandy, “enjoy ever moment, and let not the time rob you of seeing its beauty.” I said, “time itself being the heavyset load, well passed is easy to bare, but all goes no matter the way it is perceived.”
Brand, “you are very poetic today, I think the smoke is getting to you.”
I said, “I hope so, this is the good stuff, I don’t want to waste being wasted.”
Brandy, “I love it when you talk sexy like that to me.”
I said, “how about a waste is a terrible thing to mind, or a thought can come quicker than the distance between it and the promise of reward.”
Brandy, “I’m sure I have that one written down somewhere, you have been writing more these days yourself.”
I said, “yes, trying to get a few things straight for days to come, easier than carrying the load each day. I got a lot to think about each day, and it’s good to put some of it where I can get back to what it was.”
Brandy, “I did that once, then loss the paper, but most of the thoughts are still clear. Maybe one day when things get slow I’ll find paper to start again, I make a fair ink to use.” I said, “ yes, it dries quick, a touch of sand and the page is ready to travel.”
She said, “what I would put down, I would not want to travel.”
I said, “those are best left in the head or the past, whichever is the lightest load.” Brandy, “and now you see why my speed to do so is slow.”
I said, “your load not mine, do with it as you please, how’s the meat look?”
Brandy, “done and coming, would you like bread with that?”
I said, “we have bread?”
She said, “yes, it was in the pack with the other food.”
I said, “for sure, and butter if there is any.”
Brandy, “you got it,” and she brought it over to me.
I said, “looks good, you’re going to make me fat.”
She said, “then you’ll know what it was like for me to carry your son.”
I said, “no way you can get me that fat, I wear it off too fast.”
A bell rang, and I pulled the line, then a package came with the tea and some other small things. Brandy took them in and said, “his word of tea was as on as that honeycomb you got.” I said, “that’s nice,” and another bag came over.
She pulled it in and said, “rabbits!”
I said, “how many did I catch?”
Brandy, “nine, and of good size too.”
I said, “dam nice of me to send them over, I must remember to write myself a thank you note.” Brandy, “where else are you planning not to go today?”
I said, “the secured square for the BBQ to night, with you and the baby. Until then you can