Way too early in the morning…
The heating element glowed bright orange against the inky dark. At the same time the little fan in the compact electric space heater wheezed into live and did its best to push back the near-freezing cold of my small attic loft. It would take a crowbar get me out of bed.
>CLICK< “I am a lineman for the counteeee!”
There goes the clock radio. Must be time to get up for school but it will take a crowbar AND a stick of dynamite to get me out of bed today.
…. or Mom.
“Your dad couldn’t get the truck started so he had to take the station wagon. You’re going to have to ride the bus today.”
“Oh great”, I thought as I slumped into my seat at the breakfast bar. “Why don’t I walk through a pack of wild…
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