Been snowing to beat the devil for the past 6 weeks.
Paper says the spring thaw will be a month late, looks like I’m going to be stuck here for awhile. At least I am not alone.
Satellite dish won’t work through this blizzard.
Nothing but static on the radio.
I have food and enough cut firewood to last me to the thaws if I am careful.
I have enough books to stave off boredom for awhile.
I check in on Gary.
He looks peaceful enough.
Don’t want to wake him.
He hates being woken up early.
I pass the time.
I try in vain to get something on the radio.
I cook my food and eat without pleasure.
Gary doesn’t talk much.
He just lays around, staring at me.
Sometimes I just want to throttle him.
Went out today. Needed to check the petrol in the truck hadn’t frozen solid.
Was gone awhile.
Musta left the front door ajar.
When I came inside, stamping my feet to get the snow off my boots I noticed something was wrong.
The cabin felt strange.
As if there was someone here who shouldn’t be.
When I went into the kitchen a shriek of horror escaped my lips.
“GARY! WHAT HAVE THEY DONE TO YOU!”
Gary lay there, torn apart.
Tomatoes and cucumber mingled in runny mustard.
I felt ill.
He had been eviscerated.
His bread was torn, his filling spilled all over.
I sunk to my knees and wept.
My best friend was dead.
Gary. Gary. I will miss you my friend.
I scooped him up and made him as comfortable as possible.
I rearranged his filling in his bread and tried to make it seem as if nothing had happened.
I went to the pantry and got a bag of potato chips.
I put them on a plate.
I added Gary.
Sobbing, I dug in.
I miss you Gary.