It was late in the evening and wind had made my day at the newsstand unbearable. It was all I could do to keep everything down and I was ecstatic when we sold out. I watched TV while Eartha made dinner.
“We take you to the river where a horrific show unfolded in front of thousands today,” chimed the talking head. “Hundreds of elderly were tossed into the river while others looked on in horror. We don’t know why this group of people lined-up to commit this mass-drowning but witnesses say they were selective in their victims.”
“What?” Eartha called from around the corner.
“More worn-down elderly tossed into the river again. Probably a bunch of kids,” I replied.
“My grandfather died like that. He got scooped-up to be part of a road crew up north but got tossed in a creek by kids.”
“I know, honey. You can’t see a building or road without seeing the sacrifices of our people. We were here long before those softies crawled outta the water and we’ll be here long after too!”
Eartha rolled around the corner at my outburst. “Oh Flint, I always did love your spark.”