The Curse of Gary (Part 10)

Victor set one foot on the threshold and leaned into the thick, silent darkness that laid beyond. "Hello?" he said. Not a sound replied. Victor stepped into the doorway. "Hello," he called. "My name is Victor Furbank, of Furbank's Fine Metronomes. I saw the light on upstairs... Is anyone there?" He peered into the black... Continue Reading →

The Curse of Gary (Part 9)

"Bloody bullies," said Victor. He walked up to the stone fence. "Don't worry, your glasses landed on the grass. They're not broken. I'll get them for you." In the middle of the fence there was a wide iron gate in front of the driveway. He put his hand on the top rail. A spine-chilling shriek... Continue Reading →

The Curse of Gary (Part 8)

For the next hour Victor roamed about, trying any last place he could find to make a sale. He went into the old Baptist church and suggested a metronome might be helpful for the church organist. The minister explained, in a rather offended manner, that Ethel kept perfect time, and he would not waste church... Continue Reading →

The Curse of Gary (Part 7)

Victor stopped laughing. It seemed Dave was serious. "Wait," said Victor. "What are you saying?" Dave looked about the store; no one else was there. He put his hands on the counter and leaned forward. "No one talks about it much anymore. It's a big old mess that's never gettin' cleaned up. It's just better... Continue Reading →

The Curse of Gary (Part 6)

Sustained unrewarded effort produces a hope-crushing effect. Years of exposure to it, coupled with an ingrained persistence courtesy of a family motto, had made Victor immune. So it was without the slightest discouragement that he strolled into a corner store following yet another afternoon of not making a sale. He wiped the sweat from his... Continue Reading →

The Curse of Gary (Part 5)

It was a long morning. Victor sweltered beneath the unforgiving country sun as he trekked from house to house failing to sell metronomes. Doors slammed in his face, abuse rang in his ears, and guard dogs chased him off properties. An elderly woman invited him into her home, but no business was conducted: she had... Continue Reading →

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