Killing Time

She was laying at the end of the dock, a foot idly dangling over the edge. She didn’t move as I approached, although when I stood over her she opened an eye.

“Howdy.” she said with usual glibness.

“Isn’t there something better you could be doing with your time?”

This clearly hit home to her, as she opened up her other eye.

“You saying this ain’t important?”

I tried another tactic.

“I’m just saying you could be helping fix the barn wall instead of-“

One of Them emerged from the water and went for her, so we got to killing.