Killing Time

It wasn’t in the dead of winterwhen you kill hogs.It wasn’t in the springtimewhen you kill weeds.It was slap dab in the middleof summer.He was wanting to kill timein the heat of summer.He had never killed timeand he didn’t know exactlyhow to go about it.He went to the public libraryand looked for a book onkilling time. All he could findwere books on different hobbies.Books on every subject exceptkilling time.He stopped by the courthouseand ask the old men on thebench whittling if they knewhow to kill time, negativehead shakes.He ask the kids at the pennyarcade about killing time.They said they didn’t hold tomurder.He was walking down the sidewalkcounting the cracks when he lookedup and saw an old woman sittingon her front porch.He said excuse me ma’am , but I’mtrying to find out how to killtime. She said, “Come sit downson, time is a funny thing. Whenyou don’t have time it’s veryimportant, and when you haveplenty of time you would liketo give some of it away.”They talked all afternoon ‘til almostdark. But he still doesn’t know howto kill time.

rjackson

Killing Time

rjackson

Clinton, United States

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