October's Rent (A Short Story)

(October, 2002)

"If ever I watched a man drink as a lot as you, waste all his cash on booze, and then ask the landlord to overlook the rent, you Mr. McKnight got considerably of guts-it is your issue, not mine-is not he your boy?"

"Right," Cole stated, standing on the front of the cement actions to the duplex, at 269 Goodhue Street, unsure of what subsequent to say.

"You are the father, not me," stated the landlord.

"Correct," replied Cole in a close to whisper, dumfounded, lost for words as if in some stupor.

"Then I believe there is no query, whose dilemma and duty this is."

Cole shook his head (as if some insight had struck him).

"All Correct," he stated "I will be out in 3 days."

It wasn't considerably to look at believed the landlord, right after Mr. Cole McKnight, and his boy vacated the premises; as the landlord and his wife began cleaning up the apartment.

Boxes pressing against 1 yet another filled with beer cans and bottles, and wine bottles and whiskey bottles filled the corner of the kitchen, and empty cigarette packages had been lying here and there. The toilet was plugged. The curtains in the kitchen have been flopping in the wind, blowing in fresh air.

"We'll quit now, rest," he told his wife.

"I will just have a look on the porch," mentioned his wife. She gasped and coughed at the smell and sight. Her husband appeared to have no reaction. "You see the garbage they left?" She commented to her husband (it was old news for him).

No: 629 (Written 12-2-2010)

Huancayo, Peru

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