Electronically Serving Monterey Park, Alhambra, San Gabriel, & Rosemead

Short Stories

By Anthony Giger

Bench VI

March: (Singing) When April showers come my way!

April: (Enters) Hi March I got here as soon as I can. What’s for lunch?

March: I’ve been preparing the soil for you. Here’s a carrot to chew on.

April:  I know I could smell the fertilizer. (Chewing) What else you got?

March:  Don’t complain I’ve got Mother Nature ready to perform its miracles. How about a delicious apple.

April:  Too bad you won’t be around to see the fruits of your labor. (Biting apple) I can see why they call them Delicious.

March:  You are a beautiful month. Songs are written about your rainbows.

April:  You’re right March. Don’t feel bad I can’t operate without you, Come on old friend. Lets do a duet together. How about A Rainbow on my Shoulders (Sings) I’ve got a rainbow on my shoulder etc.

March:  Thanks for a great day April. I’ve got to blow out of here before you rain on my parade.

Gambling Pete

They called him Gambling Pete, whom gambling could never beat,

Nary a bet would he refuse figuring he could never lose

Then came that tragic day the sky turned a darker grey

Pete should have known the score what fate had for him in store

The phone made quite a din as bets kept pouring in

The shaker 10 to 1 Pete laughed and thought it a sin,

This was any easy take; today he was going to rake

He went to the track to see them run

He thought he was to have some fun

The shaker saving ground they said

Pete began to shake and tread

Into the stretch he could be seen

Pete began to turn pea green

Across the wire went number seven

Pete tossed his hands to heaven

That sorry day a new Pete was born.

He swears he will reform

As fate made its tie

For Pete gambling will never die.

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