My Little I

By Ann Stratton

A collection of short stories from the first person that includes peeing on one’s own tires, tracking down an annoying chirp, playing a child’s game for the fate of the world, a fascinating encounter by the river, an extraordinary customer, a late night visit, a guilty conscience, a college trip, a human encounter of the nonhuman kind, and the end of summer.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Ann Stratton
• Release date: Sep 15, 2016
• ISBN: 9781370629282

Ann Stratton

Ann Stratton started writing at age thirteen with the usual results. After a long stint in fan fiction, honing her skills, she hopes she has gotten better since then. She lives in Southeastern Arizona, trying to juggle all her varied interests. 

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My Little I

The Smashwords Edition

Ann Stratton

A Blind Woman Production publication

Copyright © 2016 Ann Stratton

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Disclaimer

This is a work of fiction, a product of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance or similarity to any actual events or persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

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Credits

Editing, formatting, and cover photo and design by Ann Stratton

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Table of Contents

A Toilet in the Desert

Chirp

Go Fish

The Man With The Skyscraper Hat

An Ordinary Day

By the Dawn’s Early Light

Alice’s Hands

Mexico

Funeral for an Ant

September

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A Toilet in the Desert

Usually I just pee on my own tires. It’s convenient, it’s handy, and my truck is the nearest cover I’ve got, especially when real bathrooms are a good hour away over rough roads.

I will also pee behind a bush if one is available, but they’re not always and the truck is right there, and, well, usually I just pee on my own tires.

Never the less. This time I had to go so bad. It had been a long and rocky road and there was this nice big mesquite tree right there, grazed up to about five feet off the ground, which was pounded down by cow hooves and littered with cow pies. A couple of heifers stood back about thirty feet and stared at me in horror.

I might have squatted down as soon as I could get my pants undone, but there were those cows staring at me so I went around to the other side of the tree for a little privacy and there was a toilet sitting there.

Yes, a toilet. Tank and bowl, all white porcelain, covered with dust: a toilet. Not an outhouse bench without the outhouse, but a toilet. Just like you’d see in any bathroom anywhere. Not something you’d expect to see out in the back country