The following is the first of 28 short stories…
“Monday ‘Manic’ Marvin” : The days of the past are all Marvin cherishes isn’t false. This is the truth in Marvin’s brain from day to day. Second to Second. Minute to minute. Hour to hour. Marvin Pulote Jackson from Saint Tribune, Minnesota. On the particular day of March Madness March the 13th, 2026 Marvin lost his marbles in more ways than one could ponder to understand. The lockdown happened after the fourth visit in some corona-26 virus. The unthinkable happens when Marvin first forgot his face mask, second his covid shot after shot after shot. The first shot was warranted and delivered fantastically. All the future after the first in March of 2021 he just let go by the waist side after his closest relative died…just after his fiance Patty Wonderton.
A knife somehow after Marvin cut his carrots in the morning for his snack went right in his pocket… a pocket knife to cut carrots? Weird, but Marvin did clean this knife. He just started doing really peculiar stuff after his soon wife Patty died from Parkinson’s disease; not corona-virus. The time he left for work at the meatpacking slaughterhouse of killing chickens was 2:30 for the 4-12 midnight shift. Chickenhouse; as they call them now. Many chickens ran loose on this particular Monday the 13th when Marvin tested his luck losing it on a nearby Tailgater. Not the ways of wonder. The ways of plunder are what Marvin dealt with. Continuously checking his checks that his mouth could not cash, but he attempted anyway. Marvin robbed all of his righteous mindset to no good place. Attempts at great were not good at all. The slamming of breaks dealt with his eyes to pop out and roll next to a black cat…Oh…the Manic Marvin Monday…
[the next story 2 of 28 will be posted tomorrow… ” (Hu)[Man] “
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