I Can’t Spend Money I Ain’t Got Yet If I’m Dead_Framed Perspective_On-Hand Off-Grid, Part 2_Are You
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I Can’t Spend Money I Ain’t Got Yet If I’m Dead
Chugwater, Wyoming 1888The three riders stare silently as Micah Tomlin’s ramshackle home catches fire. “Think anybody’s gonna see the smoke?” Harmon asks.“Nope. You and Jumbo are my closest neighbors. The others hate me too much to care.”“Never get in bed with a lawyer,” Jumbo says. “You tryin’ to be funny, Jumbo?”Pulling his soiled hat down around his grey eyes, twenty-six-year-old Harmon Jones looks away. He won’t miss Micah’s wife, Enid, any more than his cousin will, but their partner, Jackson St. John, treated Harmon square because he worked harder than Micah and Jumbo combined.Jumbo Leak...
Framed Perspective
The night before I was cooking myself dinner in the apartment I shared with my friend from University who was named Cathy. She was out of station, leaving the cold, lonely and empty apartment all to myself. My attention was focussing on the sizzling sliced chicken on the pan frying with oil, until there was a laugh feminine laughter came from the next block, followed by a gleam of yellow lights flickered behind the sheath curtain. Followed by, “You’re home!” The woman exclaimed and went ahead to wrap her husband around with her wide arms who had just got back from work. They’re the couple I h...
On-Hand Off-Grid, Part 2
The cabin. It looked almost as fresh as the day it was commissioned five years ago. It was sealed off from all kinds of parasites, from bugs and vermin to stray animals and homeless people looking for an easy place to squat, with Jerome bewww.onedoor.ccing the only one who can get in. Upon arrival to this beautiful set-piece in nature's theatrical environment, he stepped out of his Jeep and took the craftsmanship in. Simple, sturdy, and the perfect home away from home. With a great happiness welling in his throat, he turned toward the direction of the city, and cried out:“You see this? Take my money, take ...
Are You There
“Are you there, God? It’s me. I know I don’t deserve you listening to me. I think the last time I called on you was when I was just a child. But if you are there, I could really use your help.”The dry desert air made the coolness seem more acceptable. Jason stayed on his knees with his hands cuffed, looking into the clear, starry night. His cuts on his face and arms had already clotted. “I know I haven’t called on you, or prayed, or… whatever. But if you exist, I could really use your help.”He could still see the taillights of the SUV that had just left him in the Nevada desert driving away. H...