| My Hometown Episode 2
This is what started everything…
Dawn is just a faint smear of color staining the dark horizon behind him. To the west, far beyond the lake’s great dark windowpane, the first flickers of the approaching thunderstorm pulsate a muted yellow inside the chests of the great storm leviathans reaching for the top of the sky.
A heavy stillness settles about the early morning as if God Himself dare not breathe.
This is Death’s Quiet.
Even the leaves dare not rustle.
Cyrus Ledbetter sits in his favorite lawn chair at the dock’s edge casting his line weighted with three clamps of lead shot and hooked with a big hunk of stew meat out into Tellers Lake. The lead weight is the size of an old cats eye shooter marble and is designed to take this bait clear to the bottom of the lake.
That’s where the bigguns live.
Both the stew meat and his breakfast of biscuits and sausage gravy come from Nick’s Dew Drop Inn. Nick’s gravy alone can qualify as its own food group. The doctors have told him to lay off the rich foods, but the way Cyrus sees it, if you can’t enjoy a good breakfast of Nick’s cathead biscuits and sausage gravy, what’s the point in getting out of bed in... |
