I will tell more of the background of where I got the idea. After the 2011 tornadoes that blasted through Virginia, Mississippi, Arkansas, Alabama, etc, there was a news report about a man who was picking up debris in his yard, only to find a tattered piece of a pay stub, or something similar (can't remember exactly).
He had enough information from the torn paper to find it's owner. That piece of paper had traveled 100 miles. The man contacted the family at the other end, I believe it was a couple with two daughters. They had lost just about everything. The man ended up helping them pick up the pieces a bit, sending clothing, toys, and such to help them out.
The idea of finding a piece of someones life in another's front yard fascinates me. What if it was
That's it. Working title, A Tattered Life. May change it down the road. We'll see.
Happy Friday everyone. Pray for those in Oklahoma. Remember Zach Sobiech. If you have a three day weekend, enjoy every minute of it.
Pandora song on queue: Runaway by Yeah Yeah Yeahs (Postal Service station)
No book or Netflix of the week, as I've had no time to watch or read anything. First time I've skipped. Oh well.
Quote of the week: “When we think of the past it's the beautiful things we pick out. We want to believe it was all like that." Margaret Atwood, The Handmaid's Tale