A letter to Shane
I don't know if you remember me. We met at a carnival.
You sauntered up to me, a funny smile and hair a mess from your last ride.
"Need some help?"
Ashamed as I was, I refused.
I don't know if you remember, but when I got up, the mud made such a loud 'squish' that you laughed. It sounded like a fart, and those are always funny.
"What's your name Hun?" You asked, flashing me a smile with pearly white teeth. I glared at you, but you didn't see. The taste of fairgrounds was in my mouth, and I'm sure it showed. As grits in my teeth.
I laughed a little. Did you hear it shake?
"Figure it out." I told you, wiping the dirt off my overalls. I thought that would be the end of it. You stopped for a moment, giving me just enough time to walk as far as the next booth.
"Oi! Muddy!" You yelled as I ran my hand across the table, scraping off the dirt. I glanced up, unthinking. You smiled as you caught up. "So that's your name? Muddy." You looked me over, breathing in deep satisfaction.