New Years Day Page 3
Looking up the number for the Harbor Light Center, he dialed.
“Hello, Harbor Light Center, this is Jim. Can I help you?” The voice that sounded so bright in person was now grayed over with sadness.
“Do you happen to need a bookkeeper?”
There was a shocked pause. “Well, mine just quit and stuff is piling up… I’ve kept the biggest bills paid, but the rest is scaring me, but how did you—”
“I’ll be there in a couple hours.”
Brian stopped at All Star donuts, and didn’t even need to stop for directions. He’d called ahead and ordered ten boxes of mixed donuts.
“Hey, Harry. How’s Chloe? Did your little boy get over his cold?”
“How’d you… It was Jenna, right? Did you know her? It's the saddest thing. My wife and son are at home, still crying.” Brian thought to himself about crying, and knew there was nothing for him to cry about.
At the mission, Jim Butler’s eyes were rimmed in red and a gray pall hung over the entire place. The homeless, normally sad and hunched, were more so now.
There wasn’t much to say, and Brian took the box, the same one he so vividly remembered putting in the Ferrari.
On Monday morning, with a smile on his face, he called his boss to say he quit. “Just box up my stuff and ship it to me collect.”
The End
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I wish you a very happy and prosperous New Year along with my warmest wishes for you and your family this holiday season. Thank you so much for taking the time to read my tale.
~M. Matheson
About the Author
Other than dying a slow, pleasurable death from the incurable disease of writing stories, I am a 58-year-old retiree, father, and husband. After having raised four daughters who are all well into adulthood, my wife and I are now bringing up a very active soon-to-be four-year-old boy. We live in Sacramento, California.
Early in life, I was sidetracked by a maniacal and dysfunctional lifestyle, but learned later that those same troubles made for great storytelling. I’ve been blessed to take a wide bite out of life from motorcycle outlaw, jail chaplain, to pastor and missionary evangelist. I have seen a lot and traveled a lot; many things I wished I'd never seen or done and some I can't wait to do again, but each and every scrap makes fantastic fabric from which to weave a grand tale.
My greatest joy would be that you simply enjoyed reading this tale.
Happy New Year,
Mike Matheson
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