He stood at the counter of the dusty general store, his hands calloused and shaking slightly as he counted out the exact change in copper coins. The young clerk behind the register smirked, glancing at the clear blue sky outside. "Planning for a blizzard in July, Silas?"
Silas didn't smile back. "The ice isn't coming from the sky this time, boy." buy rock salt
Silas sat on his porch, rocking slowly, watching the dark tide break against his makeshift shore. He had spent his last cent on that bag, but as the screams of the forest began, he knew it was the best bargain he’d ever made. He stood at the counter of the dusty
The old man didn’t ask for much—just a single, heavy bag of rock salt. boy." Silas sat on his porch