The Mercantile Shop_Love is an Empty Plate_even your mistakes_38 Special
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The Mercantile Shop
She looked up at the empty sky, lifted her hand to shield her eyes, and decided she would stop once she reached Salt River. She calculated she was a half day or more north of Goldfield, a major gold mining town. She could almost hear the river over the noise of her horse’s hooves hitting the rocky path, and she looked around to enjoy the last moments of solitude that the road provided.She clicked at Tumbleweed, and tapped her heels into his belly, “Only a little further Tum.” Tumbleweed’s ears folded backwards to acknowledge he heard her, but was not too fond of what she had said. He continued...
Love is an Empty Plate
AKJHSDGFIAUFHGVOUHBADOFUV WHY WON’T HE WAKE THE FUCK UP AND GET ME SOME GODDAMN WET FOOD.My precious nails hurt from all the pawing. Re-etching the marks from mornings before, before, before. Chipping away the emerald green paint on the door to reveal all the dead trees underneath. Doesn’t he know he’s starving me? Doesn’t he care? I know for a fact it’s not because he can’t afford my Kal Kan. He springs a new obnoxious potted plant in MY house every fucking week, give me a fucking break. He’s lazy, entitled, selfwww.onedoor.ccish, greedy, self-indulgent, fucking human that one day DECIDED to take me away f...
even your mistakes
— whoosh —The 12-foot tenkara fly-fishing bamboo-rod whipped through the air, releasing the thin line that touched down in the stream over twenty feet away.The rising sun painted the sakura cherry blossoms in the rose color of dawn, reflecting a light pink sheen in the old man’s steel-gray hair.The old man knew the water was too cold for the trout to be active and biting, but he loved the sunrise, the cool air of early spring, everything opening up to life again. The world was young.I feel alive, he thought.“Hello.”The old man turned around.A younger man — perhaps in his mid- or late-twenties,...
38 Special
"So, what's 'The Catch'?" Silence fell around the table. Varying degrees of disbelief and pity played over the faces of the other four men sitting with him. Stewart felt his face redden at the apparent indiscretion he just committed. The situation was exasperated by the very real confusion he felt concerning their reactions to his question. "What?"Kent looked around at the others. "Is he for real?""Sadly, yes he is.” Trevor lowered his head, his hand held over his heart. A twinge of annoyance went through Stewart. Sometimes Trevor could be over dramatic. It was equal parts annoying...