Tuesday, June 24, 2008

Forklift Bully (the short story)

I remember the last phone call with my then wife before the divorce.
It was snowing large heavy flakes.

"Do you think I need to come to court?"

"No, I guess not. If you don't come I'll keep my word."

The next day there was 6 inches of snow on the ground. My father went with me to court. I can't remember which one of us drove. When we got into the court room my father found that his wedding ring was missing.

Under Construction (I need to finish the comic book too.)

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