The Dirt Peddler

by Blair Bess

He didn’t know when he first started referring to himself as the Willy Loman of dirt. Maybe it was after spending so much time treading non-existent water in an endless sea of brush and loam. It was a place unfit for human habitation or even visitation by all but the most intrepid naturalists. The dire landscape in which he was surrounded was attractive primarily to rattlers, lizards, crab spiders, scorpions, and a smattering of garoo rats. No tourists they, but year-round residents, the only ones, content to spend their lives preying upon one another, in endless pursuit of something, anything that might temporarily quench their thirst. The only constant observers… Read More