I don’t know what got into me this morning, but after our meeting at work on Tuesday about how marriage nulled quit claim deeds simply by virtue of marriage, I kept picturing Clementine. Probably because Quit Claim sounds like Clementine… so I wrote a story about a miner and quit claims over at Shak & Jill. It’s silly, but I like it!
After years of living in this squalor, however, the tired bride decided she’d had enough and packed her garbage bag suitcase to head to the suburbs of Chicago to find a real home. The gruff, grizzled man was okay with her departure because she never quite seasoned the prairie dog just right. He knew he’d do better on his own, plus he could keep all the proceeds from his mining claim for himself if she left.
Autumn must be story-telling season in Middle Tennessee! 
