A Long Trip
Nov 14th, 2015 by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
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The neighbor came over and knocked on my door. The rain fell in torrents.
“Come inside,” I said.
“I’m fine,” he said. “Just be a minute.” Garbed in a raincoat, he rested an axe against his shoulder.
“Returning this,” he said.
“Oh, thanks.”
“Might be a bit dull.”
“No problem. I have a whetstone.”
“Need another favor,” he said.
“Sure.”
“Need to borrow a shovel.” I thought it odd, but I fetched a shovel for him. He turned and began to leave.
“Hey Bill,” I said. “Is Grace back from her trip yet?”
He walked away. Only the wind replied.
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