Snow is coming to us again today, so I thought it was a good time to reblog this one. I hasten to point out that Harold has no relation to the short story series of another person with the same name. Odd I should know two Harolds, right? Click “View original post” at the bottom to head over to SERENDIPITY for the rest of the story.
The door bell startled Howard. He was not expecting anyone on a snowy Saturday afternoon in January. He moved quickly to the front door and opened it to find his teenage grandson.
“Hello grandpa,” the boy blurted, “I came to shovel your snow.” At that Billy grabbed a shovel from just inside the front door and went immediately to work. Howard closed the door and watched him through the glass in the door. Billy attacked the snow like he was angry at every single flake that fell from the sky. The look on his face and the force at which he threw each shovelful of snow concerned Howard.
He went directly to the phone and called Billy’s parents.
“Hello,” came the voice of Howard’s daughter-in-law. Madeleine was sweet, nice looking and ultimately clueless. Her small social circle was her main…
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