Inspired by "Of Mice and Men". An Account of what happened in Weed

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The golden sun set softly across the flat horizon; forming long shadows through the quiet town of Weed. Usually full of life, the long roads lay desolate and deserted, while the cool breeze drifted gently throughout the motionless town, rustling a few leaves in its wake. A coyote’s howl disturbed the peace. It could be heard echoing from far off into the horizon. For a moment the town was once again silently lifeless, but then two men emerged slowly from the distance, in the dulling light of day.

They walked slowly, with clouds of dust arising at their feet, in the heat of the evening. Even though in the open, one stayed behind the other almost in single file. Both were dressed in denim trousers and in denim coats with brass buttons. Both wore black, shapeless hats and both carried tight blanket rolls slung over their shoulders - the similarities ended there. The first man was small and quick, dark of face, with restless eyes and sharp, strong features. Every part of him was defined: small, strong hands, slender arms, a thin and bony nose. Behind him walked his opposite, a huge man, shapeless of face, with large, pale eyes, and wide, sloping shoulders; and he walked heavily, dragging his feet a little, the way a bear drags his paws. His arms did not swing at his sides, but hung loosely.

The first man stopped abruptly. The second man, not expecting the imprudent stop, struck into the first man and accidentally sent him falling. “Jesus Chris’ Lennie!” he exclaimed loudly as he regained his balance, spitting sand from his mouth. “Wha’ ya’ do tha’ for? Can’ ya’ even control your own feet?” Lennie looked at his friend innocently and began protesting “I… I…I didn’t mean it” He looked apologetically as he watched George scowl at him, then he continued “Honest, George I didn’t mean it.”

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By this time George had started to dust sand off his clothes. “It don’t matter, jus’ make sure ya’ don’t do it again”. He looked up towards Lennie doubtfully, “You remember wha’ I told you to do?” Lennie’s face scrunched up in concentration; he had to think very hard. “I…I…”                              “Oh, so ya’ forgot did ya’?” quipped George. Lennie’s head fell in shame, “I tried not to forget George. Honest to God I did”. George sighed.

“Fine, I’ll tell ya’ again. Might as well, spend all my time tellin’ ...

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