The man was a clock.
He threatened the teenager who quit without notice.
He punched the migrant worker for no reason at all.
He threatened to kill the irrigation man
who forgot the couplings
Tick Tock needed for his strawberries.
They thought he was all talk
but now they're all sorry.
The storm surrounds us and knocked out the power a place away. The woods across the road are backlit by strobes of lightning, and I try not to put too much stock in what might be seen outside the window on a night such as this. Beware the Ides of March. The man on the loose.
If you write a flash 55 for the Ides of March, make sure you let the G-Man know.