DREW
The drive to town was quick.
I pulled outside my uncle’s store and exited my truck. After locking it, I headed inside to find my uncle looking over some papers.
“Hey,” I said, making him look up at me.
My uncle smiled and motioned for me to sit in the chair in front of him.
My uncle’s store is all open plan. He is a carpenter and creates most of his work in a barn, but the store is where he sells every piece of furniture he has made.
I spotted a rocking chair that would look perfect in the flat.
Scout growled. “Not now,” he muttered.
Getting back at the information at hand, I void the pleasantries and get too straight to the point. “So, what’s up? What do you have to show me?” I asked, making my uncle chuckle.
“Straight to the point,” he said. “You were always the same when y
