Umber (50)

September 22, 2012 § Leave a comment

Oleander said nothing more.  I put her photo away, and picked up a picture of  young man on a tractor.  It was Ervin.

“Y’know,” he said, “sometimes I feel like there’s an invisible string tied around my chest, and someone or something is on the other end, tugging on it.  Usually I can ignore the feeling and it’ll go away, but this time, it’s stronger than ever.  I think I’ll ask Uncle Orville if I can borrow his old pickup, and I’ll just let whoever’s on the other end of the string reel me in.”

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