In the prompt, it quotes from the book, Walking on Alligators by Susan Shaughnessy. In it she quotes Voltaire: "The secret of being tiresome is to tell everything." Sunday Scribblings goes on to say... In writing and in life, the secret is sometimes in what you leave out.
The following is a short piece I wrote several years ago, it echos through many memories, but also what is not said eludes to so much more.
You walked in, immediately I knew what you would pull from the shelf. You'd take the V-8, then put it back. You wanted tomato juice, only Campbell's would do, your "lunch" in a can. And of course a Budweiser, but what size. I also knew when you came to the counter you'd ask for salt and you did.
As afraid of the memories as I was, I had to ask, "Do I know you?" "Not unless you know my little girl, I'm not from here...," you replied. "I'm trying to find my girl. The vibes told me she was to be hurt with the mudslides... those Nina Rains. California will slide into the water."
I gave you the total for your items and saw the blank stare in your eyes... "Where's my salt, I need salt, it's no damn good without salt!"
I should probably add as an Essential part of this post, the memories were of a man who had died 16 years prior under suspicious circumstances... and there was evidence of the sale actually taking place.