Do you know that girl sitting in my truck?
The slender driver of the white pick-up truck had the burly man by the shirtfront on the stoop of his own home. The man was just returning from work at the mill to the home he still shared with his mother.
Ye-yes, I do.
The terrified looking man uttered this with his eyes scrunched shut though the car driver was much shorter than he.
That’s my little sister, mister. Don’t you even so much as look at her again or I’ll come for you, you understand me?
The shorter man was so fierce all the larger man could do was nod.
Mark my words, you even so much as look at her again and I’ll clean house.
Two days later the house stood empty already cleaned out.
(c) Aurora Morealist