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All your fault! Once at the ER, Oscar told them everything that Chet told him to say and little else. As he was being examined, Esther busied herself writing her statement. It had been a long time since she had written one of them. But like they say; it was like riding a bicycle, onceContinue reading “Winter Season”

Where does it hurt? Oat turned at the end of the porch and flipped them off, turned to leave and fell down the steps as Oscar slammed the door behind him. Esther went with him to the bathroom. After he washed his face, “let me see.” She took her finger and gently pushed at hisContinue reading “Winter Season”

Spring Break! Oscar never went anywhere but it was good just to have the time off. All too often he had heard people say what a pie job teaching was. He was in the thick of it and begged to differ. Esther wanted to get to know more about this part of Kentucky. It wasContinue reading “Winter Season”

Baskets On Easter Sunday they went to church, after church Chet and Bell came back over. He had just finished changing clothes when Chet rang the bell. When he opened the door, Chet and Bell both raised their Easter egg baskets and yelled, “where’s the eggs?” Oscar let them in and was more than confused.Continue reading “Winter Season”

Eggs? Oscar almost dropped his keys as his phone chimed in his pocket. It was Esther. “Hi.” “Well hello there.” He could hear the smile in her voice. “Sounds like I caught you at a bad time.” He chuckled, “it’s okay.” “What kind of plans do you have tonight?” “I was hoping dinner with youContinue reading “Winter Season”

Locked up Esther was comin’ over to help Oscar clean in the basement. He had bought a box of masks so the dust wouldn’t kill her. The plan was to bring stuff out of the basement into the garage, sort it into trash verses stuff they might could sell. His aunt and uncle had beenContinue reading “Winter Season”

Poem Oscar had left for work. Esther yawned and stretched herself to the bathroom. She noticed a notebook on the back of the commode. Oscar was leaving little things at her house. This notebook for example. Was this the proper way of easing into having someone live with you? A little at a time? OrContinue reading “Winter Season”