Forwards, Not Backwards.

Outfitted with a carton of Pall Malls and his Desert Storm zippo, Ingram was contented to the very marrow of his brittle bones. With accord, he kept company with his dark and brooding thoughts as the drone of pelleting rain drummed the roof of his trailer. The color TV flashed and showed deep rivets in both cheeks. Carved by puberty. Two skinny stick-like legs lay twisted on the gashed coffee table, beset with an array of remotes and ashtrays, almost exhibited; while the ceiling fan whirled and rocked above and lifted the weightless strands of thinning hair off his clammy forehead. A familiar feeling settled on him like a water logged blanket and a lumbersome urge to scour the creeks for rebel trout came like an epiphany. Swift and promising. He rose and snatched his fly rod and slipped into his boots and bursted out the front door as the rain simultaneously yielded to a burning sun aglow with orange tones. Not prone to superstitions, he didn't blink at the coincidence. Shadows from slim trees slanted onto the overgrown lawn.The slimy blades of grass dampened the shins of his jeans with dew like a thousand slobbering tongues lashing out, frog-like.
"Ingram!" came a shout.
He turned slowly and gazed upon his stark-naked wife, Georgene. Her pale thick legs and ass bounced due to the sudden stop she'd made. Ah, the shudder of flaccid skin. A knot of golden curls were piled above her round and vacant face like a nest swirled together by a momma bluejay. She leaned against the doorway, arms crossed below her youthful breasts covering her protruding belly, and waited.
"What woman!"
"Where you goin?' she whined.
"Fishin. I'll be back shortly. Put some clothes on. Your excitin' Joe."
The scrawny dog below the steps jumped up at the sound of his name. Ingram waved and turned. A violet foreground of mountains pierced the wispy clouds and held the giant auburn star between it's peaks. Everyone's on a righteous path, he thought. "As long as it's forwards and not backwards your headin'." he spat, to himself.