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Topic: End (02/13/06)
TITLE: The End of the Day (i)
By Dan Blankenship
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As his Dodge Ram made its way up the bumpy driveway, gravel embedding in the tire tread when not being catapulted into the nearby woods, he thought about the meal that Margaret would have ready for him.
She had told him she was fixin’ pork ribs with barbecue sauce. He could already smell the onions and garlic she always simmered into the meat. She was such a good woman. He didn’t deserve her. He knew he didn’t.
Before he made his way up to the door of the modest ranch home, he stopped and looked up into the night sky. The stars were blinking down blessings, and he could feel his heart race forward. He looked toward his truck, its overly waxed shell reflecting the starlight that Harry had just acknowledged for the first time in awhile.
Hoping no one was around to hear him, he decided to tell God about his recent revelation. “So that’s why you make bad days like today. So I can enjoy all the good stuff you made at the end of the day.”
Harry laughed to himself and walked into the house.
“How was your day?” Margaret asked him, the simmering ribs making music from the skillet in front of her.
“Not very good,” Harry answered.
“I’m sorry,” she replied, looking down at the stove.
“Don’t be,” he said, walking over and pulling her close to his chest. “It made we want to get home to you all the more. I reckon that’s why God made bad days.”
Margaret turned away, hoping to hide the tears of joy that would soon be seasoning the ribs.
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