This week for Friday Fictioneers Rochelle has selected a photo from Bill Reynolds of an old Ford truck that has seen better days. I can imagine it is still in use and has had many repairs, and it looks robust enough for all country jobs.
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Papa’s Poker Addiction
Last night, we didn’t hear Papa stop the truck behind the trees.
Mama knew he had lost at poker, and she screamed his name as she ran among the cacti.
Carlos cheated Papa with a royal flush every week, but still they played on; hopeless.
We had occasional work harvesting aloe for cents, and we survived.
Father Francisco arrived. He cupped Mama’s hands.
Papa had asked for forgiveness and blessing before his act of redemption.
Together we all shuffled with Mama crying to the church and saw Carlos’s newly formed grave.
Smiling, Papa held up a bag full of money.
James McEwan 