At the Track

By Nelson Lynch

A lightning bolt rearranges his brain. He can kill flies by slowing their reaction time. He can move small items with his mind. The girls want to make a killing at the race track. Can he slow racehorses with his mind? A big-boob-blonde-bimbo distracts him as the trotters come down the home stretch.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Nelson Lynch
• Release date: Jun 28, 2011
• ISBN: 9781465826954

Nelson Lynch

An Eastern Shore native. A charter member of "The First Saturday Writers." An army vet and retired school teacher. He lives on his farm with his wife Jeanne, Clyde, the Taylorville Hound, three chickens and a marauding fox.

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At the Track

Nelson Lynch

Published by Hogskull Press at Smashwords

Copyright 2011

Look at him. He doesn’t have a care in the world. Ruthie reached over and patted Smitty’s shoulder. The poor boy. Is he always like this? Ignores everyone and does his own thing?

Smitty kept on looking at the clouds and humming aimless tunes. Every so often, he would hum a recognizable tune, usually country like ‘Your Cheating Heart’ or ‘You are my Sunshine.’ Sometimes he would close his eyes and go into a light sleep.

Rosalie sipped on her gin and tonic. I’m getting so I can understand his signals and body language. For instance, when he wants another beer, he taps his glass on the table.

Well hell, I’d understand that and I’m not married to him. Ruthie waved her hand in front of Smitty’s face.

"That’s true, but he won’t stop tapping until another beer