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A Hollow Tale

A mountain man is Fillmore but there are no mountains where Fillmore lives deep in a hollow. He's never had a job and doesn’t want one now spends his days huntin’ coon squirrel and possum and that catamount lore says is black. At night he reads by lantern light with pit bull Satan poised at his feet. Folks in town know Fillmore doesn't feature people so no one comes callin’. He feeds Satan but not too much. He wants Satan hungry when the thief of night comes through the window the way that stranger did a few years back and Satan had a midnight snack. Since then Satan waits poised at Fillmore’s feet primed for another snack. Donal Mahoney

Copyright © | Year Posted 2017




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