All Silent on the Flint

The deputy nodded his head and reached for the cup the sheriff was pouring him. He took a sip and sighed.

“I always thought you put sugar in your coffee, Sheriff.”

“I did. But the doctor says I can’t no more. Them days are gone Bobby. The things you love most in life always leave you when you want them most.”

He lit another cigarette. “They say these days that everything gives you cancer. Nothin’s healthy no more, Bobby. Not even the water.”

Bobby closed his eyes.

There was no other noise but the hum of the motor and the waves slapping the boat as they cut through the murky river. The frosty breeze soothed Jones as he thought about his future. Did he want to run for reelection again? Maybe it was time to move on.





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