I'm so blasted tired tonight, I can't see straight. I barely could keep my eyes open watchin' that singin' show I told y'all about. This week, I got to watch them sing. I like that little feller who does the talkin' after they sing. Ryan Seacrest. I jotted down names this time so I could write me a better letter. And damn near the end of the show, that girl I like came on. Let's see—Kady Malloy. I wonder did her parents mean to misspell it like that? I didn't particularly like me that song she picked out, but anyway— Dadgumit I'm tired. At my age, my first thought is that I must be on my way out. Good Lord, I hope not. That's all I got to say 'bout that.
This afternoon, I looked up and saw Luciano on one knee looking up at Maxine. I screamed and hollered and ran over. Turns out he wudn't proposing, he was picking up some coins she dropped behind the counter.
Tomorrow, I'm goin' over to The Springs. I can't tell ya why I'm goin' because it would give away stuff that happened in Prairie Springs the book. Eller told me he didn't mind me writin' my computer letters, but not to give away anything that happened in his book.
All my love,
Winnie
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Ask 91 y.o. Winnie Collins of Prairie Springs, Texas, anything you'd like, and you'll get an answer. You'd might not think much of it, but you'll get one. Just keep in mind, I ain't a professional, so my advice ain't worth shit, but maybe you'll laugh. That ain't bad either, now is it.
Ain't got nothing' to eat? Tell me what ya got in your fridge, and I'll tell you what to make. (This works best if I'm hungry, but anytime's fine. If I don't see your message, send me a knee mail: WinnieCollins@Gmail.com
About Me
- Winnie Collins
- I'm 91 years old. I live in Prairie Springs, Texas. I've been written about in a book called Prairie Springs. I had two car wrecks last year at the same intersection.
Now, before y'all go and get your undergarments all wadded up, let me tell ya, Winnie ain't a real person. For cryin' out loud, on the first page of the book, it says it there about being fake. I'm like that Dolly woman, all fake and proud of it. Fiction is the word I'm a'lookin' for. No sir. I ain't nothin' more than a made up old biddy in the mind of the author of Prairie Springs, L.R. Williamson. I am the star of his book, though, or at least I like to think of myself like that. If you enjoy me, you can get the whole story in his book at Amazon. Prairie Springs is so small, we ain't even got one of them stores, but bless all of y'all who do.
© 2008 Copyright. All rights reserved. Winnie Collins, aka Edwina Collins, is a fictional character created by L.R. Williamson.
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