A prose snippet, preamble (prestumble?) …
Leaving his wife and children again, he parked his blue Chevy van by the side of the road as he left Nova Scotia. The Fall was coming, the trees' leaves were already turning, the wind, coming fresh off the ocean shore, was whipping through his wispy hair. But he was smiling. The long years on the road with the multinational were soon coming to an end because he had found a place and a customer that was satisfied with his work.
Years before, when he first proposed to the woman that would become his wife, he promised much and gave much. Always faithful, always hard-working, and always honest, both at home and at work, he gave her everything he had. Customers recognized this trait but when the big paper company brought what would become billions of private and public money to the table, he saw the opportunity to finally bring her everything. But she was a girl of Halifax, not of this hinterland, where the only East-West road was actually composed of gravel and dirt through a forest harvested by several paper companies. No matter, she had to be near her John.
Bidding a mental goodbye to Nova Scotia, he signaled and eased onto the road from off the gravelly sloped shoulder. No need to take any chances now, he didn't have to get anywhere in a hurry, he just had to get to his new job safely. My! What a boost in lifestyle awaited them, a raise in pay, no more travel, and plans that would blow his wife away, for he had his eye on a large plot of land in a recently-cleared subdivision. Well, it was a subdivision in name only.
