Tommorow

“How about green?” She held up a green Bic lighter.

“Yeah - Yes ma'am, green is fine – I'll take it, thanks."

“Okay, Sonny, that’ll be .89 for the soda pop, .99 for the lighter, and that comes to one eighty-eight,” she calculated expertly. Then add another .12 for the governor. That makes it all two dollars even.’

He placed two; one-dollar bills in her wrinkled hand noticing that it trembled slightly. “Looks like a bad storm is coming,” he offered.

“Yep, looks like it’s fixin’ to be a real toad choker. It's been so dang dry lately that I even have to water the weeds,” she heaved a hoarse chuckle that faded into a loose cough, causing the wrinkles on her face to deepen.

“That’s what you can call mighty dry,” Matt grinned as he answered and then added, “Looks like we got a blue norther coming our way.”

“Sure nuff, storm that’s a coming is gonna be gully washer I reckon,” she drawled. “But I don’t think it’s gonna last more than a half hour or so I'm guessing. They blow in quick and out the same way usually. Maybe y’all should just take a load off your feet and set a spell until it’s over because there ain’t no use in getting yourself caught up in it. I tried telling that stupid old man that was in here a couple minutes ago to sit and rest a spell, but as usual, that hard headed old coot didn't listen. That old man don’t listen to nothing I ever says to him.” A barrage of raindrops suddenly peppered the tin roof with the sound of marble sized hailstones clattering down.

“Sit down over there on that chair and drank your soda pop,” she tried shouting above the earsplitting din while pointing to a green, rickety looking backles...

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...a delight to his ears. Easing the Corvette backward and then dropping it into first gear, he crept forward until the car was off the gravel parking area and onto the blacktop roadway. Mashing the accelerator, the wheels spun into a mighty chorus of high-pitched screeching as the car fishtailed slightly just before it jerked forward.

Less than a minute later he flicked the headlights on as darkness again began to envelop him and the rain began battering the windshield. Fortunately the hail was absent. Great claps of thunder roared around him and he switched the windshield wipers to high speed. This wasn’t going to be any fun he thought and for a moment, him and him and that I considered taking the old woman's advice, going back to the store, and rest a spell. “No, I can't do that. The rain will stop. Besides, I have a job to do and I must get moving.