Many of these entries follow a specific narrative and are far too fantastical to be based in reality… at least not in this one.
“Bit of advice,” said the stranger.
“Stay off the old road, after dark. Not safe these days. I seen plenty o’folkes go up that there thoroughfare… never seen from again. It’s a long ways from here to where yer goin’. And there’s not may kind faces in between.”
“No shortage of ugliness, out there. I don’t mean to scare ya. It just wouldn’t be right not to tell ya, with that little one there with ya… No telling what might happen…”
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Installed a bathtub today, mighty fine work if I do say so myself. Only problem is my family hates it.
“Eww dad, it’s so old and gross,” my eldest says.
“Really, honey… with how tight money’s been lately… I don’t know.
I wish you would have talked to me about it first.”
Why can’t they just be happy.
Why can’t they just appreciate that I wanted
to do something nice for us… for the family.
It’s not this horrible old thing.
It’s hope! Comfort.
Sanctuary.
The Ragged Journal 