Arnold Robinson

The Second Born Arnold Robinson

Tempers would flare with the old man breaking his promises yet again. My anger would overcome me when I planned his demise that hed never hurt us ever again. With tall tales of Whiskey Holler and times gone past old Harry at ninety, would become a dear friend of mine. It was uplifting Calvins return and with a host of others to work the woods, especially with James falling in love and never being around when I needed him. The moon and stars reflecting in her eyes kindled my desire of a first kiss. The unexpected shock when the face a boy my age peered through the cars window, that of a half-brother? I yearned for the day that I might beat all others to feel a thin tape snap across my chest victorious once again. Id crawl no further wailing of my losses, thered be no miracle.