The Death of 1977 (Book 3)

This Old Man

"Gather 'round me." The downcast, grey-haired, boney old man commanded his family around a fire that was burning inside the small stone hut that was hidden deep within a forest.

Collected amongst him were a younger man and woman, along with eight small boys and girls. Each and every member of the family all sat Indian-style on the floor before the old man.

"We must find food before the day is through, great-grandfather." The younger man said.

Staring directly at the man, the old man replied, "Your food is not important. But I tell each and every one of you dis, I shall not eat until de dawn comes back."

the full force of a hurricane in the making. They were all accustomed to it,

tings, and other men of great stature devour de living. But in all my time, I never see such a grave dilemma as de one dat has befallen us. Dere have been a

see de sun cross in between de moon two times. But I see someting else, too. I know it be de devil, 'cause it always look you in de eye. It always come in de day,

It no care if you scream and yell. It no care if you boy, girl, woman or man. It no care if

people covered in blood for many years. De blood is all

bubbles, but it always flows like de rain dat punishes dis great earth of ours. De blood is what de devil has

much better for you and I to not fill our bellies. Too much fat and