The shotgun shells spilled onto the floor. With shaking hands, he bent down to grab a handful of them, shoving them into his coat pocket. The gun itself was so old and dusty that he wondered if it would fire at all, but he loaded it anyway, fumbling shells into the chamber.
The day is just right, enough to freeze the lake to a solid floor but no breeze to chill the bones. My thermos is filled with 16 ounces of hot cocoa, and my heart is filled with high hopes that the fish are biting.
An old candy cane made out of a pipe cleaner with alternating red and white beads slipped over it was the first ornament his daughter had made for him. It was also her last. He hung it on the tree, remembering that nothing lasts forever, but there are always memories to cherish.
The colonies have an agreement to provide rest, food, and shelter to the engineers, especially because of the danger their work can have. Groups of outcasts roam the continent and often attempt to hijack the trains to steal supplies. I am one such outcast.
The sun was climbing down off the the rooftops, warning her that her dinner meeting was a mile down the road in a few short minutes. But she couldn’t show up with a stained blouse, which was the result of an idiot with a coffee moments earlier.
Bananas were her favorite fruit because she had grown up being told to eat one every day, which she did. At the grocery store she frequented, they always had great bananas. She would take her time deciding on just the right bunch to bring home.