Poe tutted and started the wheelchair forwards again. They’ll just do this for anyone, even people they haven’t met yet.” “I mean, it’s like I said, the people in Aktoo are really kind and cheerful. “Why would some lady make this for the man who’s planning on having her entire block bulldozed?” “You better not be trying to set me up, kid.” Poe finangled the mitten onto his hand and was surprised to find the inside was lined with soft fleece. She’s the old lady who works next door to the tavern.” Sorry, I got so used to calling her that.
Luke blinked, then chuckled and scratched the back of his neck awkwardly. “Actually, Grim-Gram knitted it specially for you!” “What, do they sell them individually in this backwater town?” Poe grumbled as he roughly took the mitt and looked it over.
He then proceeded to pull out an offensively detailed woollen mitten and offered it to Poe. “You want a mitten?” Luke offered, already digging though his backpack. It wasn’t proper for it to snow like this days before Halloween. Seriously, even the road into town was caked in snow with only a few sprinkles of dirt to provide traction for vehicles. Ugh, he knew it’d be colder in mid-BC than it was on the coast, but he hadn’t anticipated this level of cold. That’s a logical fallacy.”Īs he spoke, he could feel his hand physically going numb at the fingertips, and he clenched and unclenched it in an effort to warm it up. “You are not going to spew mindless sentimentality at me about the most over-commodified holiday known to man to explain why these villagers don’t want mass-produced goods. “No, absolutely not.” Poe stopped his chair just so he could hold his hand up. “It’s the weirdest thing, but… everyone seems to be happy here, and it’s all because of their Christmas spirit! They just love Christmas so much that-” “Well, that’s another thing.” Luke turned himself around so he could walk backwards while talking to his grandfather. If these people think they don’t need our factory, it’s because they’re too miserable and dirt poor to know any better.” “Selling toothpick birdhouses at the farmers market isn’t a job, it’s a hobby. “The economy of Aktoo Village is sustained by local handcrafted goods, and I think that skewed the data of the unemployment rates we looked at.” “The easy answer is the folks here don’t need a factory,” Luke replied. “Why, exactly, aren’t you on board with the plan anymore?” He decided against asking about Luke’s attire because quite frankly he didn’t want to know. “So, walk me through what happened,” Poe said, edging his chair a little faster now that he knew its all-terrain tires could handle the snow. Poe noted with a level of disconcertment that Luke had on a new leather backpack with little trees stitched along its edges. “Right, sorry.” Luke grabbed Poe’s modest suitcase from the driver, then jogged past Poe so he could walk in front of him on the narrow strip of walkway and lead him into town. “Long and miserable.” Poe shifted the control stick on his wheelchair’s armrest, manoeuvering himself along the bus stop’s sidewalk, which was in desperate need of shovelling.
“Hey, gramps,” Luke greeted hesitantly, waving a mittened hand. Poe inhaled sharp cold air, then let it out in a long, beleaguered sigh. When Poe Carder rolled off the ramp of the charter bus kindly provided by the Botopia Labs corporation, his eyes were immediately assaulted by two things: a sea of sheer white snow, and his grandson standing up to his knees in it wearing a wreath of holly on his head and the most garish holiday sweater imaginable. These are not submissions written by this member - they are some of his or her favorite Literotica submissions and people.Stats: Published: Completed: Words: 114,903 Chapters: 16/16 Comments: 51 Kudos: 56 Bookmarks: 7 Hits: 1,067 This page shows a list of stories, poems, and authors that this member enjoys. ( Click on username to send feedback to member. Index : members : zerolight20 : Favorites
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