This is Part 2 of the very short story that we published end of January, The Thief’s Hand.
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Todd wakes alone, just before dawn. Somewhere in the distance he hears the beeping of a large truck driving in reverse. Fear overwhelms him, but he forces himself to recall in detail the commitment he made last night. With grim recognition, he finds his resolve undiminished.
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They’ve been putting out yard signs for more than 12 hours, and it’s just after midnight on a Thursday. Bud is driving, and Kerry is curled up in the passenger seat, trying to sleep.
“He’s the one, right?” Bud asks again.
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“I wouldn’t want to mess up my clothes in that wet grass,” my brother whispers. Across the street, our neighbor, Mr. Mike, uses his hands and forearms to pull himself across his yard. His hips rock back and forth as he drags his withered legs behind him.
“You dumbass,” I whisper, horrified.
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“a nation like ours cannot survive in freedom if we are incapable of agreeing on something as simple as what is factual.”
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In an ideal world, every website that we build with Republic Square’s network of partners would be laid out in a detailed plan before we ever start design and development. But there are times when the client(s) are unable to define the project parameters.
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