The Ramblings of a Small-Town What's-His-Name

Yet another responsibility has passed from the Author's plate onto mine: I am charged with writing the synopsis. As this is not a novel, a single story with its own central plot and set of characters, but rather a mélange of seven, each with its own of the aforementioned, the attention span of the modern man demands I sum-up thusly: One story is about a dancer, the next is about sitting in the rain; after that is a poem regarding an old man sitting in a chair; next there's a story about a lady, then one about falling in love, followed by one about a snowfall; and, finally, one about a disinterested boss and an ambitious job applicant. Yes, I believe that sums it up nicely. But who, you may be asking, if context clues have been correctly interpreted, am I? Certainly not the Author. No, my dear reader. I am afraid (though nonetheless thankful) I am not the Author. I suppose it's time you knew the truth. Short version: This is a collection of seven short stories by C. K. Conners.