this morning #440.

this morning, he positioned himself in the single portion of the property where the trees partially parted, affording him sufficient cell service to reach out for help. initially, relocating to this rural outpost seemed to solve a slew of his problems. the mountain air brought his lungs back to life. the quiet brought his thoughts back into focus. he didn’t have to watch his back all the time. that last part only lasted for a little while though. over the past week, his dog had begun barking at something moving outside the house & went missing the next day. now the tires to his truck had been deflated. while he feared bringing his mom into this mess, he made the call. after all, she was the one with the gun.