Who Has Seen the Wind?

By Jeff Baker

“Yeow!” Eddie said as they pulled the city truck up to the big parking lot.

“Yeah,” Mack said, the older man shaking his head.

The old grocery store was used for a thrift shop but not today. The wind that had blown through had knocked the big tree to one side into the parking lot and had totaled the electrical pole on the corner. A crew from the city had shut down the power last night and rolled up the wire which was hanging on a smaller tree that was still standing.

“Ironic they turned to power off,” Mack said. “The power to this area stayed on. Not so in much of the south side.”

“Look at this,” Eddie said, staring down the street. “It’s like there’s a line. Wrecked stuff on one side and the other side looks ready to open for business.”

“Yeah, but nobody’s opening here today with the power out and the street closed.” Mack said as they got out of the truck.

“That’s the way life is, I guess,” Eddie said. “Sometimes the storm hits you sometimes it hits across the street.”

“Never take things for granted,” Mack said.”

“Right.” Eddie said.

“Okay,” Mack grinned. “Let’s get at that tree so things can open up again.”

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