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Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jun, 2020
Submitted to Contest #79
I drive the truck of a dead man. A man I met over twenty years ago. A man that became a second father to me. One that would fish with you by dawn, and tip back the whiskey with you at dusk. That’s where I met him, actually, at Woody’s Tavern down by the swamps. I was twenty-one and barely legal. He had just moved to the area, hearing the fishing was good and he was looking for a low-key place to retire to. Maybe low-key was the soul connection I was needing, what made us fast friends. We sat at the bar that night, him crying in his beer over...
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