Rushing up to the undertaker’s office, I am hoping to see some rusted old-fashioned medical tools.
With a hand on the door, I notice an old man with an overweight golden retriever and an oversized cowboy hat.
“The undertaker died” he said in his gravelly voice.
I summon a nervous pity laugh, and wait for the second half of the joke.
“The memorial service was lovely, we held it about two weeks ago.”
Awkward.
Ashley Jillian 
and who undertook the undertaker?
hmmm no idea
I hope not the dog.
EXCELLENT PHOTOS…and interesting post as well! 🙂
There really isn’t a lot you could say in response to the old guy now is there.
Nope!
Geez Louise. What’s next?
lol
Hey I’m looking for a trailer like that behind your head. Want to put it in my back yard for guests who are visiting the Railroad House.
Nothing awkward about that bit of flash fiction. Great work!
thank you!
Awkward! Love the photo.
🙂
I like the walls of your office. Awkward question…is the undertaker buried in the sand nearby this photo?
I didn’t dare ask
Ah. I am in love with this. “I notice an old man with an overweight golden retriever and an oversize cowboy hat.” So expressive and gorgeous!
thanks so much!
http://caitlambert.wordpress.com/2013/02/28/meanwhile-in-the-sick-bay-theres-awards/
sweet, thanks!
np. 😀
EWWW!!!! Don’t you just hate awkward. Nice photo and story. 😉
love/hate awkward!
It’s a great photo.
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Ha ha ha that’s awesome. I love it! Looking forward to more!
Thanks so much, real life can be super awkward!