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by cdj527
Rated: 18+ · Other · Other · #1820939
Writing prompt-use these words: scratch, winter, jobless, irate, peep
Spending my days searching job sites, doing cold calls, basically begging for work had left me irate, to say the least. Having just celebrated my fourteenth birthday, jobless, alone, wondering what the next forty years will bring...well a trip to the cabin seemed like a great way to clear my head.  Even though the days were getting shorter, the nights getting colder...winter right around the corner, I didn't think I would mind being out in the wilderness.  Funny how the solitude plays with your head. 

Usually I kept the cabin for the hot summer weekends, a place to bring the clients, to show them a good time, kiss their ass a little, wait for them to get drunk and spill all their bosses secrets.  Only two months ago I was sitting at this very table smoking a cigar, still sipping my first beer of the night listening to good ol' Jerry tell me how his boss was skimming off the top of the company sales, as he was downing his fifth "whiskey on the rocks". I remember thinking what a tool he was, and how happy Mr. Franklin would be when I reported back with this news. That coveted office, the one with the view of downtown, man, it would finally be mine!!  I should have just kept my mouth shut, not made a peep about good ol' Jerry and his scum sucking boss, his boss who I would come to find out was Mr. Franklin's brother-in-law.  He didn't come out and say it, but as I was clearing out my office, having been accused of slander, and being told I would never work in this town again, well I pretty much put it all together.  I wonder if the rest of the family are thief's?  Hands in their company tills...bastards...

And here I am, jobless, alone, having to start from scratch.  Hmm.  I guess I knew all along I wasn't really coming up here to clear my head, or I wouldn't have brought this bottle of sleeping pills the wife left behind after moving out.  No income, no real reason for her to stay now, was there.  I should just be thankful good ol' Jerry left me some whiskey to wash these babies down.

(I wrote this quickly before bed, a quick story to get my mind off other things)
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