Logging Road

The man drank coffee from a chipped diner mug and told me about a time when, driving the logging road, he saw a young boy walking where he oughtn’t. The boy’s mother was cook at the diner so the man and the boy drove there and sat at the counter. It wasn’t long before the boy’s mother turned to see her son and the tale was told of the logging road and the ride back to the diner. She said, “The coffee’s on me. You take the mug with you. Remember what you’ve done. This boy is all I’ve got.”