Changng Track_Grave Giver_Clowning Around the Truth_Out To Lunch
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Changng Track
Changing TrackThe water was surprisingly cold, and the current more swift than expected. But it was only a small river, running a little high because of the summer rains. It carried him downstream maybe a hundred yards, before he hit a backwater. From there it was an easy swim to shore. Over some large boulders, up a small cliff, and he was on the mesa top, walking north. After the first mile or so, his feet began to feel a little tender in the wet shoes. He sat down in the dirt to put on dry socks, getting his stll damp Wranglers muddy. Usually immacula...
Grave Giver
The next day the grave pit was empty again. There’s a pile of dirt next to the whole. The sun hitting the farmhouse on the way up and down made it look yellow. A pile to the side with a shovel shoved in was the only evidence. Jim brought seed to cover the compressed dirt atop his wife’s plot. The fence didn’t keep vermin from harassing their family plot. The coffin was shiny and polished as if dirt hadn’t just surrounded it. Someone or something had pulled the dirt back out. When he opened the lid, she was undisturbed. The eyes were still closed. Her smile was lost long ago. He grabbed the sm...
Clowning Around the Truth
Reedsy Prompt #256 Liar, Liar Clowning Around the Truth It was around 11:45 when Pablo dashed out to his truck to flip a foil-wrapped burrito bottom-side-up on the dash. He wanted it to cook evenly by noon when he planned to devour it. Joe was just pulling onsite with his “Hot Grub” food truck. Pablo would order a side of Spanish rice to take home to Tweezer, an aging Australian terrier, and Joe would make at least one sale. Grabbing a chilled bottle of water from a small www.onedoor.ccice chest, Pablo shoved the truck door closed with his elbow just as the truck parked next to his fired up. As a rule, no ...
Out To Lunch
Out To Lunch—George DavisNow let me see. I thought the roast had to go in at five-thirty to be ready for seven when Helen gets here. She is coming from her home twenty minutes away in Cumberland Falls just over the Sagamore River bridge. I’ve got the table all set. All I will have to do is transfer the food from the kitchen to the dining room, light the candles, and pour the wine. This has to be the best meal I’ve ever cooked. Understand, I am not a cook. I am the manager of Bickford Savings and Loan Company. I have an MBA degree. This cheffing thing is new to me. I prayed all morning this sp...