Happiness. It's relative.
Posted on January 15, 2024 by Jan Wilberg

Bruce used tape to fix the handle on his snow shovel. It seemed to hold but it could blow any minute. Bad equipment, it was all a set-up from those guys outside Walgreen’s. A measly twenty bucks for a driveway and they hand you a crummy shovel.
Bruce knocked on the door and asked for a glass of water. He shoveled hard for a while and then lit a cigarette and sat on the porch in a red metal chair. He wished he had a sandwich. His ride never came, so he headed for the bus, cigarette and shovel dangling.
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Category: 100 Word StoriesTags: #100 word story, #flash fiction

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What happens here on Red's Wrap is all over the map. There is no single theme, no overarching gripe, no malady of my own or others that dominates. I write about what seems important or interesting at the moment and what aims me toward hope. I write stories, essays, poems - whatever fits the day and the mood. Nothing stays the same, here or anywhere. That's a good thing. Happiness. It's relative.
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so disappointing and beautifully written