#slitcstarter

[incixil]

her day was almost up, meaning the sun was going to set in about two hours, which meant she could spend her free time installing more lights around her trailer. it was starting to get darker in the northern cornfields. no one seemed to notice, but not everyone lived closest to the fields. and most importantly, no one was as perceptive as she was.  with her tool box in hand and a pair sweat beads dripping from her temples, she earned, at least, a couple of hours to herself. there was a hopeful promise that no emergencies would surface that night, and if they did, the lodgers in Sunnyside trailer park would  have to ask the other guy to help out. she would be busy. she had a date with a couple of longnecks and a a pack of cigarettes. once those lights around her trailer were attached and safe havens for her dreadful nights, she’d heat up a microwave dinner, put on some tunes from her old radio and dive into some newspapers. her boys Bud (light) and Marborol would keep her company until she read herself tired.

she had a very perceptive feeling that this wouldn’t be the case. as crunching gravel would come to a halt. if she weren’t still on duty, she wouldn’t have inquired,“I’d ask you if you need help, but I’m a little tired today… you should file a case with the head honcho.”