And The Firing Of Sue Ellen
While others slept, some still churned about. Some still had work to do.
Tom Hedasky, he had poor news to deliver to the citizens of this Midland. Once again, he’d have to inform the fifteen thousand-ish residents of this city that they were in for stormy weather. The fog blowing east was but a precursory event to mark the start of spring.
Next came the rain. And it intended on sticking around for a while.
By this time tomorrow, the terrible tweets would flood in. The hateful hashtags. Tornado Tom would be the lightning rod to their misdirected anger. As if the ten days of wetness was his fault. As if he was doing this to punish the town itself for transgressions not here mentioned. Harbinger Hedasky, Bad News Tom, Tom “The Bastard” Hedasky.
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