The Elder Statesman_The Worst._A Million Eviction Letters/Dollars_One Snowy Day
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The Elder Statesman
Tom tuck and rolled, allowing the momentum from the truck to carry him into the gully and over the berm by the side of the road.This was embarrassing. Not for him, Tom had done everything he could. He was embarrassed for the youth of this nation. He was sad for them and thought "Bless their hearts" as he used the velocity of his roll to get quickly into position. Tom kneeled down and smoothly pulled the rifle off of his back steadying the barrel as he sighted the truck and the whooping and hollering youngster who had shoved him from the back. He lined up the boy's head in his cross hairs and t...
The Worst.
I ain’t afraid of snow. It ain’t done nothing to me, didn’t take my da or my ma, never trapped me nowhere. I just don’t like it, and don’t like how it’s coming down and covering my front yard.It’s cold, for one. A seeping cold, gets into you and goes deeper and deeper until you realize how far it’s already in, like sadness. Depression. Those sorta things. They’re wintery. Snowy. Bitey, I guess. Don’t like that neither. Chilly’s okay. That crisp air in the fall when the leaves ain’t quite surwww.onedoor.cce if they’re meant to be falling yet or not. That’s good. I like the spring too, when it’s just startin...
A Million Eviction Letters/Dollars
I had my eviction letter in my sleeve as I drew out my pen, signing the papers and confirming my great uncle's death.Not like I really knew the guy. His bloodline had ended with him. No heir. No wife. Nothing to help his last name survive. It wasn't as useful either that he was born with two sisters who would be married-poor girls-at a young age, leaving him alone for what would be the rest of his life, owning a big house after his mother and father's death. What a sad life he must have had, I couldn't imagine the man that came with it. Not a happy one, that was for sure. My mother who claimed...
One Snowy Day
One Snowy DayI woke up to the sound of nothing. That is to say, nothing has its own unique sound or absence. That absence woke me. It took me a few minutes to realize that the normal order of things had been disturbed.Bess was still asleep, snoring lightly. I lifted the covers gingerly and stood up. She had been sleeping poorly of late. I kept telling her a snifter of brandy at bedtime was not going to help with this and other effects of the pandemic and sequester, but she ignored me.So I let her sleep as long as she could. I grabbed my robe and tiptoed out of the room across the hall to Sara’...