Scott Kicked the Bucket!
Friend felled by an accident of my making
For those who haven’t been following the ongoing saga of my side-kick Scott:
Scott is sixty, skinny, stooped, bald, badly dressed, and as quirky as they come. His life is rife with oddball misadventures; thus is inspired my series.
You may wonder why, given the implication of the title of this post, I refer to Scott in the present tense. It was just three days ago that he kicked the bucket. I was there when it happened — it was my fault.
I’d startled Scott by walking around the back of his shop. He was painting white divider lines, for customer parking, on the asphalt area. When I greeted him, he jumped up, lost his balance, tripped, and knocked over the bucket of paint.
As I’ve oft said, I am not metaphorically inclined
Sampler of Scott Stories






