Episode 2: It Was No Accident
As I turned back toward the highway, Henry started to
bark. Incessantly. I knew it had been a
mistake to bring along the beast my son lovingly dubbed “The Infernal Spawn of
Evil”. But unlike cats, you can’t leave
dogs home alone for long periods of time. When he starts barking like that it’s usually a warning that
something bad is about to happen. Sure enough, shortly after the cacophony began, Old Blue began to sputter and shake. I thought she had one more road trip left in her, but
perhaps my mechanic had been right… it was time to turn her out to pasture and
fork over the cash for a new means of transportation. As I pulled Old Blue to the curb,
an orange van appeared in my rear-view mirror.
I prayed the driver would take pity on us and stop so we could catch a lift to the next
town. The van began to
slow, pulling off onto the side of the road. Closer and closer it came… until it bumped
into Old Blue, sounding the death knell to her rusted chassis. What the….?
It was no accident.
There in the driver seat, propped up on a bunch of old Montreal phone
books, was Max. Seriously, Nicky? You had to send your kid to keep track of me?
To be continued….
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Yes, it's February, which means it's time for another round of 30M2DoW. (That's "30 Minus 2 Days of Writing" to the uninitiated). Be sure to stop over at the We Work for Cheese to see who else Nicky and Cheesy Mike finagled into playing along.
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Yes, it's February, which means it's time for another round of 30M2DoW. (That's "30 Minus 2 Days of Writing" to the uninitiated). Be sure to stop over at the We Work for Cheese to see who else Nicky and Cheesy Mike finagled into playing along.
