20b Tuesday (Daily) Hank opened the door and the deputy handed him the papers. Someone yelled, “We’re with you, Hank!” and in an instant the crowd ignited. Shouts of support mixed with choice words for the officers rang out. Hank held his hands up for quiet. “Folks, my parents worked their whole lives to make this farm what it is today, but somehow it’s come to this. Webb and Barney are just doing their job, don’t blame them. I appreciate all of you, but this is it…it’s over.” With a resigned look on his face, a face looking 20 years older than his 35 years, he handed his keys to Deputy Webb. The group began chanting, “Hank, Hank, Hank!” Glancing through the door, the lawyer saw that nothing inside looked ready for a move. “Mr. Emerson numerous notices were sent advising you to pack up and leave these premises. Deputies remove everything! Just throw it out into the yard. Now!” Looking hard at the pushy lawyer for almost a full minute, but then up at the beautiful blue sky the second deputy responded, “Deputy Webb, did you notice that the rain is picking up? It’s looking pretty muddy out here!” “Deputy Fifer, you’re right! It’d be a shame to throw out a man’s possessions while he’s also losing his farm. Everything is bound to get ruined. You know we have a certain amount of discretion in these situations. I think we can wait for the rain to stop, don’t you?” #shortstory #shortstorywriter #writer #hallmark #storywriting #fiction #writersofinstagram #prose #changeandgrow #newromance #taxliens #lawyersofinstagram #eviction #evictionnotice #throwitout https://www.instagram.com/p/CdYA_hMLW1x/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
