Forward - Disclaimer - Whatever
This is some fiction I wrote over 3 years ago and never posted. It was tied to a writing site, now defunct, called "Thinking Ten". It was my last effort with Thinking Ten. Figures I would pick "Capstone Sunday" to give it another whirl. The Idea is to take the offered daily prompt and write for ten minutes. Stop and then read what you have written. Sunday's prompt is to use every prompt from the previous week. Spit and polish it up and then submit. I was maybe 200 words into the rough first draft when 10 minutes was up. Decided to finish the thought no matter where or how long it took me. Took me awhile.
So without further comment -
"I can do it myself", Jackson hollered back at his wife of 45 years as he climbed up and into the bed of his 1976 GMC pick up. Last night's snow storm had finally filled the back of it. Jackson's rule was never shovel more than he had to. He always waited until Winter had filled the bed before he took care of it.
Squinting against the bright sun, he cussed and fumed every shovel full over the side. His old fart back complained with every scoop. And this last storm had turned the snow into igloo snow. Heavy and packed, he had to add chopping it up first to the already painful scoop and toss motion.