Yesterday and todays, 8/17/13 in One minute, over again and over, one minute a thread through the days

Flipped

He flipped the card; the queen of Spades. The black bitch. I watched another paycheck go into the arms of someone who did not love it.

Silo

The silo squatted cold and stark against the red barn. Rain ticked gray and harsh against it. Our fortunes were wrapped up in the silo. We’d either meet the first thaw together or not at all.