The day
ended in a quiet, casual way with the sun sliding down toward the distant tree
line at the edge of my father’s fields.
Soon it would be time for harvesting, but for now there was a lull in
the work, a moment to stand in the open air and reflect on life.
In the
distance I watched a plum of dust rising above what could only be a fast moving
vehicle on the gravel road leading to the place I called home. Could it be?
Yes, it
was a delivery truck bringing, I hoped, my new Xbox One.
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