I’m heading out to an Earth, Wind & Fire concert in a couple of hours…it’s currently in the 90s, so I’ll be wearing a hat, at least (and dressed otherwise for heat).
Continuing from last week’s excerpt re: “Truck Me Back to Normal,” published by MLR Press. (Joey in the first person). It’s a few sentences longer than six, for context. (Forgive me.) 🙂
“I’m simply trying to find a way to start again…a new normal, as it were,” I said, “since I will never be a soldier again, though
it was all I ever wanted.” The admission of that truth still hurt, even now.
Bear studied me for a few seconds, and I did my best not to fidget. “The job is menial in the extreme, as you’ll be shoveling shit,
cleaning up after horses, pigs and cows, helping with the planting and the harvest, you name it. If we need a hole dug, a fence fixed, or an extra hand in the kitchen, you’re it. It’s back-breaking work most days, and it’s twelve hours a day, sometimes more. Think you can handle that, Mr. Choi?”
Hard, mindless work was the best medicine for me right now. “Yes, sir.”
“Good. You’re hired.”
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