Another Day (Part 2) (David Logsdon, Guest Contributor)

Note: This is part 2 of a short series by Dave Logsdon. I have not received any further submissions in this series beyond this one as of now...so my assumption is that Dave is continuing to write them. Enjoy, and I will be certain to post additional portions as Dave sends them to me.

Another Day (Part 2)

By David Logsdon

It wasn't long until he found his stopping place. In a small, run down crossroads he saw a hand scrawn sign...

“Help Wanted”

He turned in and spoke with an older man. Weathered and worn, Frank could tell the man had lived a hard life. After explaining his situation to the gentleman, Frank agreed to work for cash at the man's produce stand. Suddenly, though, he realized he had no where to stay...and nothing but a few clothes packed in a suitcase.

“Boy, everything allllright?”

“Yes sir, just trying to figure out what to do about housing?”

“Housing? What the sam thunk is housing?”

“Somewhere to live...”

“Oh...well you don't worry bout that...just follow me...”

Frank followed the old man's station wagon down a dusty red clay road that would rattle even the best teeth straight out of your head. Suddenly, the wagon came to a hault at the dead end. Frank got out, as the old man pointed...

“There she is...you can have her for $100 a month.”

“She” was what appeared to be an old, overgrown sharecropper house.

“Might be a might bit rough, but she's got running water, electricity, and even a toilet. Nobodies lived in it since Mary Beth hung herself on the porch.”

Well that sounds lovely, Frank thought silently to himself. But beggars can't be choosers.

“I'll take it”

“Alright boy, see ya at 7 in the morning....bright and early, ya hear?”

“Yes sir, no problem. Will be there right on time.”

Frank watched the old man drive off into the sunset. Suddenly, he realized he didn't have a key....and then he realized he didn't need one...there was no lock on the door. Silently he entered...almost afraid as if someone was going to be inside...but he was alone. Besides an old couch, and a few other assorted pieces of furniture...he was all alone.

He munched on his cheese crackers while watching the small rabbit eared television that was in the house. Before he knew it...his alarm awakened him from his slumber on the couch...

Time for work.

David “Dave” Logsdon is an independent consultant from southwest Alabama. College educated, and currently looking to pursue a graduate degree after nearly a decade of work, he writes under a pseudonym to ensure his privacy. He does not maintain an online presence. He can be reached through the site on which this article is located for comments or questions.