Hint Fiction Friday #…I Forget

Here we are anticipating a long weekend. The summer is before us and half the year is nearly done.

In the interest of expediency I may begin to haul around my laptop. It seeems to be so much more amenable to my posts than my Fire. It could be the absence of a mouse. The touchscreen seems to grumble at me.

I don’t need anything else grumbling at me.

I need to get Bob into Bruhonda this weekend and take him car shopping. He needs a car. I need him to buy a car. I need Zach to have wheels at his disposal regardless of how unfair and preferential it may seem that he’s already gotten 2 vehicles in the short five years he’s been driving and all the other kids had to work for theirs. I need him to move on and he won’t move on without transportation to ‘on’. Yes, it’s unfair. Yes, I should make him do it on his own. Yes, I’m wrong.

And yes, he’s ungrateful. Now can we please move on.

That’s my personal rant for the week. Any suggestions?

Here’s the fun part of Friday…I get to write a snippet of fiction to share with friends.

He needed her. He needed her steadfast courage in the face of any adversity, her ability to create tranquility in the chaos of life. He needed her support, encouragement. He needed her warmth lying beside him, her comfort. Fifty six years bound their souls. He glanced at the pistol in his hand. It reminded him of her. Both could absolve him of the terror of solitude.