Heavy Is The Head

 

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Image by ShawnCoss
“Hey Hank, you know that guy I told you about?” Larry asked.

“What guy?” asked Hank, finishing up his beer.

“You know,” Larry said. “The guy Smitty at my company who was promoted to unit chief in 2015.”

Hank got the attention of the bartender and gestured for him to bring two more beers. “Not really.”

“Sure you remember me telling you about him,” Larry declared. “After he got promoted he was walking around acting all high and mighty. I know I told you about him, Hank.”

“I dunno, maybe.”

“Yeah,” said Larry. “He’s the asshole who said, ‘heavy is the head that wears the crown’ the last time he gave me my performance review a few months back.”

“Oh that jerk,” Hank acknowledged. “So what about him?”

“The auditors were reviewing each unit’s revenues and expenses,” Larry explained, “and when they got to Smitty’s unit something was amiss. Turns out he was cooking the books.”

“Wow,” said Hank.

“Yeah, wow,” agreed Larry. “Now Smitty’s going to fucking prison.”

“No shit,” said Hank, chugging down the rest of his beer. “How the mighty have fallen.”


Written for today’s one-word prompt, “mighty.”

 

Days 21 & 22 — Flowers and Chores

IMG_2619Today I’m responding to two separate “back where I came from” questions for Suzanne McClendon’s September Challenge, which is comprised of 30 questions (one for each day of this month).

I’m responding to these two questions today because they are closely related.

Day 21: Were there any flowers growing in your yard back home? What kind? Were you or your parents good gardeners?

I was never into horticulture, but I do remember that we had lilac bushes, azaleas, rhododendrons, and fruit trees in our backyard and some kind of bushes on either side of our front door that bumblebees apparently found quite attractive. I do recall my parents spending some time working to keep the trees, bushes, and flowers around our property looking nice.

Day 22: Did you have chores when you were a kid? What were they? What did you think about having chores? What was your least favorite chore? Is it still?

This is related to the question above because one of my chores was to mow the lawn every week. I was also tasked with watering the plants and trees. In the winter my job was to shovel the snow off of our driveway and sidewalk. I became so proficient at cutting grass and shoveling snow that I earned extra spending money by selling my weekly grass cutting services to various neighbors in the summers and as-needed snow shoveling services during the winters.

I also had to keep my bedroom neat and clean, and to make my bed every morning. And on most nights I had to wash the dinner dishes.

Shoveling snow was my least favorite chore back then, which is why I currently live in a part of the country where it never snows.

Friday Fictioneers — A Life Wasted

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Cal went up to the attic to clean the place up. He and his wife were planning to put the house on the market and he needed to get it ready for the appraiser.

As he was going through the junk that they had accumulated up there over the decades, Cal found an old pair of his grown son’s sneakers. They were dusty and full of cobwebs, but seeing them stopped him cold and brought tears to his eyes.

Had it already been 15 years since he lost his son in the Iraq war? What a beautiful life wasted.

(98 words)


Written for this week’s Friday Fictioneers writing challenge from Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Photo credit: Sarah Potter.