the free gift page 1 by ric Gustafson
Kirby McGhee looked out from the frosty window of the red and white cab. He missed the neighborhood and the memories of his youth. The snow under the tires crunched as the cab turned right unto Green River Road. The familiar house came into view. He played sports with the other boys on that street.
" Fourth house on the right" he said as he pointed.
They passed the Francis's, the Randolph's and the Morgan's.
Kirby pointed to a light blue house with a white picket fence. " It's right here 2171".
The cab slowly pulled up to the curb and then stopped.
He looked at the two story home that held a lot of memories.
He smiled, got out and walked over to the driver's now open window. He pulled out some money from a pant pocket and paid him.
" Are you going to surprise the family this early Thanksgiving morning?".
" I sure am" he replied as he walked through the gate of the picket fence. " Happy Thanksgiving".
The driver smiled and then drove off.
As Kirby walked toward the front door, a thought came to his mind. He remembered the good luck of being able to get the first job he interviewed for the day before.
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Peace and God's blessings. Love Ric
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