In the USA, we are officially in “the holiday season.”. No need to mention which one because the ‘the’ takes care of the definition. Our official kick-off starts with turkey day and apexes with the jolly old man in red and concludes with a whole new year to start all over again. Before all that though, we set apart a day to give thanks for, well, all that and everything leading up to all that. I found a gratitude writing prompt to write a thank you speech for my greatest success. In true fashion, I modified it to make it more me. Here is a thank you speech for my year.
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The Hitman’s Phone – Chapter II
II. The Job
There was some loudmouth in Wyoming of all places that had caught the attention of Tony’s newest employer. His recent employer had a billion-dollar multi-faceted company and one large chunk of it was a mining operation in Wyoming. The mine actually housed two sources of revenue. The mining was, in fact, legal and ironically above ground. It employed thousands of locals and was a main industry to the nearby town. The other source of revenue, however, eclipsed the earning potential of the mine. It employed hundreds of people but none of these particular employees ever filled in a W2 form. They were responsible for receiving special shipments from Mexico and rerouting them to various locations in the United States and even up to Canada. Shipments of drugs would come in by the truckload. They would go out in special compartments underneath the mined material in the train cars.
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I. The Phone
The phone had seen better days. But not many. The person who saw it on her morning walk didn’t know that though. At first, she figured it was an old phone that a lazy person just tossed out the car window instead of disposing of properly. “The laziness,” she muttered.
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It’s that time of year again. Every year about this time I hit a writing block. Nothing good ever comes out of late winter for me. No ideas. Nothing. I’m serious, look at my past years’ posts in February (which is when I’m writing this). A lot of years I complain the well has dried up and I should throw in the towel. But I haven’t yet. I keep going.
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