By Teri Tibbett
In the winter, miners came from downriver to drink whisky. Maggie served them. I kept the wood stove going so the pipes didn’t freeze.
Lou came in already drunk and smelling like a mink. Maggie wouldn’t serve him until he cleaned up, so I lit the fire under the water heater and filled the tub. I accidentally opened the wrong valve, so only cold water went in. It took a second, but when Lou realized it, he grabbed his pistol and aimed for me, then put a bullet into the ceiling.
I didn’t sleep that night, and Lou missed last call.
Brilliantly evokes a whole way of life in just 101 words. Terrific!
Love it! Creates a vivid picture in my mind.
Really good. So much here. I was transported.
An entire story in a small package, well done!