LOGAN .H. BENTLEY'S REBOUND

CHAPTER 97

Troy’s landlord stood at his door one frosty morning with a hand outstretched, demanding for his pay as he was tired of waiting for him to show up with it.

Troy had tried really, he had, he took odd jobs here and there, long hours under the scorching hot sun or in the freezing cold, anything to make ends meet.

But the small, crumpled bills he brought home barely stretched to cover food, let alone cost of rent.

In the dim light of his room, the night before, he stared at the wallpaper which was already crumbling, the mirror was hanging crooked by the wall, beside it was actually little Hilary his daughter who was laying on the bed with no care in the world.

Hilary laid fast asleep, her small body curled up under a thin blanket.

She was so still, her dark curls were scattered across her pillow and a hint of a smile plastered on her lips.

Even though they lead a pathetic life, one different from what she knew, thankfully, she found dreams worth smiling about.

Troy Reece