Quig
by J J Spain (Jeffrey)
with illustration by Wayfarer
I took the first Piedmont exit off I90, rolling the Chieftain on to the parking lot of Matt’s Place, the front tire of the Indian facing the interstate. The t-shirts stapled to the wall said Matt wasn’t there, he was fishing.
Silently I tipped my champagne of beers to the Blackhills and whispered to my friend that I missed him. It’s been four years now since he left, yet I still hear his voice, his laugh and wish I could cast a fly like he could.
Time goes by, the days go fast, the best leave us first. Enjoy Miller time.
(publication dated 30-March-2024)
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