My niece Nic has chicks. In fact, there are four and they are no longer chicks. They are egg-laying (or soon to be) chickens. Her and her husband and their two children live in a suburb of a small metropolis. I’m not going to give you any more detail than that because their town isn’t zoned for chickens. So, if they get busted they will have to turn their chickens in or worse, turn their chickens into supper. That would be a sad day and will not happen on my account.
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The Connection
People in a small town are interwoven as if connected by a giant spider web. Be careful who you talk about, there’s a chance the subject of your story is related to the listener!
It was a small group of people who gathered around the opening in the earth. If the deceased man had friends while living, none were compelled to brave the biting cold weather to bid him farewell. Winter in Wyoming reaches inside a person and clenches the bones. So, only a few family members came to say goodbye. And only those that felt obligated to come.
7,670 Days
What can you do in 7,670 days? To answer that, you might have to think of what you were doing 7,670 days ago. Let me tell you what I was doing. It was the summer between my Junior and Senior year of high school. I was finishing my sweet 16 year and quickly approaching my 17th birthday at the end of summer. On June 16, 1990, I finished working my shift at K-Mart and came home to get some supper. It was probably close to 9:30pm and my sisters were downstairs watching the Little Mermaid. My mom was house-sitting for a friend and my dad had taken her there for the night. All was calm.
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