My Death

By Mathis B Rogers

After Scott Harper's car breaks down, he has to walk the rest of the way home. He's surprised to discover who the wreath on his front door is for.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Mathis B Rogers
• Release date: Dec 1, 2011
• ISBN: 9781466193802

Mathis B Rogers

Mathis B. Rogers was born in Shamrock, Texas, and was raised all over the Texas Panhandle and South Plains of West Texas.He began writing when he was thirteen and while working the Night Audit (graveyard shift) for motels, he was able to be very prolific. Mathis enjoys writing and when someone asks him how to write, he replies, "It's just daydreaming and writing it down."

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My Death

By

Mathis B. Rogers

Copyright 1986 Mathis B. Rogers

Smashwords Edition 2011

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Part 1

The day was hot and sunny, but I still had to go one more mile. One more mile until I reached home. It was a long hot walk, but I had to do it. My car had broken down in Mayfield, a small town twenty miles from Bloomfield, where I lived. It was Sunday afternoon and all the service stations were closed and there was no traffic on the Interstate so I couldn't hitch a ride.

I had collapsed from exhaustion nine miles back and was out for about an hour before I came to.

It was somewhat eerie how deserted everything was that day. Not even a stray dog was to be seen in the deserted streets of Bloomfield when I walked in from the south end of town.

Funny, if I hadn't known better, I would have thought the rapture had come and I was the only one that did not make it. I shuttered at the thought. I had been a born