There is a butcher shop on the corner of town that is always busy. People come from miles outside of town just to go here to pick up the cuts of meat they desire so badly. I don’t know why the shop is so popular. It is like all other shops. You walk in and the smell of animal blood and meat fill the air. It is like when you enter a fish market. The foul odor of seafood hits you like a ton of bricks. I don’t know why but like I said, for some odd reason this shop is always busy and people will drive past other butcher shops just to go here. I have never been there and never could figure out the reason why it was such a busy and happening place. That was then and now, after what feels like years, I finally discovered why this shop is the king of the butcher shop world.
Barry pulls into a cemetery. He has come to see his mother. She passed away 10 years ago and this is the first time he’s been back since then. Barry walks over to the tombstone and kneels down in front of it. He starts to cry. He isn’t an emotional man but being that he’s here visiting his mother, a few tears wouldn’t make much of a scene.
He places the flowers he brought on the tombstone. “I love you, mom.” He kisses his fingers and places them on the marble tombstone. It is his way of giving his mother a kiss. He lowers his head and closes his eyes. He begins to pray silently to himself.
A mother and father waited in the living room for their two sons to show up for a talking to. The parents were not happy and weren’t going to let this be. They needed to let the kids know that they can’t treat their toys like trash. It is their responsibility to keep them in working condition and not just toss them aside when something bigger and better comes along. The two boys arrived and they were immediately directed towards the couch. They know they are in trouble but for what is the mystery.
Jeff had never won anything in his life. He tried every contest on the radio and entered all the sweepstakes he saw on television or in the paper. But nothing ever was in his favor. He never won. He was a loser and he knew it. Jeff may be a loser when it comes to winning trips or life time supply of meaningless products, he was talented in one field. Jeff was a great swimmer. He wasn’t fast enough to win race or medal in swim meets but that was okay to him. He really just liked swimming and to him it was just a hobby. He didn’t want it to become a competition where the joy of swimming is lost in the grueling training that comes with overbearing mothers and fathers. Jeff just preferred to keep swimming as a something he liked to do when he had time.
Two men walked into a bank and pulled guns on the unsuspecting customers. The people panicked and tossed their belongings over to the thieves as they demanded people’s wallets, watches, and purses. The security guard was no match. He was only one person and the two bank robbers were much larger than him. He would have lost the fight if he tried anything. A brave bank teller leaned over and sounded the alarm. The thieves heard sirens blaring in the distance and made a break for it before the place became infested with police and camera crews.