Another Tumblr storytelling project has appeared, and this time it’s a fine parody. Imagine Cormac McCarthy doing store reviews.
Cormac M. | Author | Lost in the chaparral, NM
Watts strode into the restaurant smelling of horse and woodsmoke and all the patrons turned to watch him as if he had called out to them but he had made no sound save the whispering of his leathers and the jangle of his spurs. He sat at the bar. A bartender in a vaudevillian striped shirt approached smiling like a grifter. Can I help you cowboy, he said.
I’m afraid we dont have rye.
Dont have rye.