Imagine that you, like the grandfather in this story, are confined to a wheel chair from which you watch your only grandchild--in this case a boy, "Butch"--repeat your past like a re-wound video. Already emotionally estranged from the child, who is completely in your care, you can only watch and wait and hope the video will end before you are forced to use the pistol next to your right hip.
Back on Goodreads and back to writing, and hopefully publishing. I need my fans, old and new, to boost my confidence, as I start over again. The reason for my long absence can be chalked up to...well, life! I have a large family and most live on our property, in South Georgia, Cow Creek Farm. No, we don't farm, and no, we no longer have cows. The name is derived from a creek called "Cow" that flows through our property. OK, enough about me. I want to hear about you--what you're reading, maybe writing. Or just what you are doing nowadays. Love, Janice
* This story is about a man who is in a wheelchair, he used to be a mechanic, but then his legs started giving way on him and he couldn't feel them at all, so now he's in a wheelchair.
This was okay, I liked the way it was written, I don't think I quite get the significance of the story though 🤔