“You crazy broad! Are you trying to kill me?”
Erik lies on the floor, blood runs out the left side of head. Fear clouds his vision and for the first the thought crosses his mind that telling the truth may not have been a good idea.
“Chrissy, look I didn’t mean to mock your pain. I…”
“Shut your mouth Erik. Collect your things and get out.”
Chrissy walks to her over-sized chair and drops into it exhausted. Heartbroken and dejected she considers what her future may hold. While the shade of depression droops ever lower, the front door bell rings.
“Now what?”
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I am a good ole country boy residing in North Mississippi. I love to read, fish, hunt, hike and go to garage sales. Flea markets are a passion of mine. I read anything, but some of my favorites are: Dean Koontz, Robert Frost, Emily Dickinson, T.S. Eliot, Shakespeare, and I possess a fondness for the writings of William Faulkner and Mark Twain. If I am forced to choose, I prefer baseball to football. I enjoy Alabama football (Roll Tide)! My baseball teams include: The Colorado Rockies and Boston Red Sox.
I am divorced, the father of two daughters and live by myself with Chunk and Roscoe (my dogs).
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