TEXAS FALL by Boyd Craven III & Boyd Craven Jr. & LA Bayles

Author:Boyd Craven III & Boyd Craven Jr. & LA Bayles [Craven III, Boyd & Craven Jr., Boyd & Bayles, LA]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Raventhorne Books
Published: 2023-03-14T23:00:00+00:00

Chapter 12

Lucinda & Clarence’s House

Ennis Texas

October 30th

Day 3

Lucinda had been married to Clarence for going on twenty years. When she’d finally made the long walk home, she’d found her husband dead in the street, thrown away like somebody had taken out the trash. She’d shrieked in outrage, anger, loss, and in hate for the man who’d callously gunned him down with her neighbors.

She’d waited after talking to the batty Moonfrie man, and saw Tyrell’s oldest son, Carson, digging a grave for his father the next morning. She needed to get her husband buried, but she was having a hard time digging. The shovel she had wasn’t sharp, and the clay soil in her front yard was almost like a rock this time of year.

She still tried, knowing that, in these temps, if she wanted her memories of her husband to remain… untainted… she had to get him taken care of. Despite the problems, she kept at it, raging and crying all the time.

It had been a good marriage, and he’d been a good husband for her. Kind, quiet, and although he liked to drink a little too much at the bi-weekly poker games, that was his only vice, and he didn’t get mean or violent afterwards. She had no idea why somebody would gun down her sweet, innocent husband, but she’d seen enough just walking home from the south side of Dallas, through Waxahachie and Ennis, to know that the police were just as screwed as they were.

Twenty miles. Lord, her feet hurt. When she was younger, she could have probably hiked that easily in a couple of days. As it was, when she’d found herself stranded, she’d just started walking, leaving almost everything she didn’t absolutely need in her car before locking it up, perhaps for the last time ever.

She’d brought a couple of bottles of water, her purse, her mace and, of course, the revolver her husband insisted she keep on her, whether or not she was able to legally carry it. It had saved her twice on the walk home, as ne’er do wells had also figured out the cops were screwed.

Now though, she just wanted to get her husband buried. Lucinda looked to her left, to where Carson was filling in his own hole. Carson saw her watching, and gave her a solemn nod. She nodded back, and started shoveling again, continuing hour after hour, until the light started going down. She looked over to see that Carson was filling in his hole, his father’s body buried at last.

“I’ll be over to help you in a minute, ma’am,” he said to her softly.

The world had become a lot quieter. Before all the power had gone out and all the electronics had been fried, just the sound of traffic going down the main road two blocks away or airplanes flying overhead would’ve made his quiet words lost in the background noise. Now they were almost like a shout.

“I appreciate it, or if I could borrow your shovel?” she asked him.

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