Bruce Blackwell, is a story I wrote, between November 19th and November 23rd, 2018. Bruce is a designer, and blue print expert, for a large firm.
Christmas Day, is almost here. Santa tracker is already tracking Santa and his reindeer on the other side of the world.
One winter’s night, it was so cold, that all the smoke from the chimneys, went straight up into space. The kind of evening when man, nor beast would be outside.
Dillon Murket, was a man of determination. He danced, to the rhythm of his own drum. He never followed the crowd, and made a path of his own through life.
Bruce had gone on a very long ski-doo ride, and Bruce’s hands were freezing. In his mind he conjured up visions of frost bite, and having his fingers amputated.
When we left our ladies, Pennie had suffered a blow that left her angry hurt and lost. Tina had spent a night with her daughter and Dorthy to make sure Pennie was alright. Dorthy had been left feeling hurt because of her husband’s phone call.
Dorthy and Pennie were like two peas in a pod. When they were five it was friends, at first sight, they were like twins from another mother.