A Tale of Poverty

Stanislaw Wolovski always remembered that day. It was early in the morning, cold still clung to the air, fog wreathed the mountains. Stanislaw breathed in, the peaceful cold of morning mist tickling his lungs. Yes, there could be no better time, the simplicity of this morning was perfect. Slanislaw gripped his hunting rifle, his ears seeking the sound of any wildlife. He moved slowly, stops tentative, not wanting to disturb anything. He head a sickening snap and felt an unbearable pain in his foot and ankle. He looked down and saw that a bear trap had ensnared his foot.
"Fuck!" He yelled.
The bear trap remained attached to his ankle. Stanislaw got used to it, it just became a dull ache that he pushed to the back of his mind. One night after the awkward fumblings of attempted intimacy, his wife suggested that he see a doctor about getting it removed. Stanislaw went in the next day for a consultation. The doctor advised Stanislaw that it would be a simple operation to have the bear trap removed. Stanislaw had no health insurance. This is why we need socialized medicine.

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This post is an installment in a continuing series of content coordinated by theme or motif with posts from Enoch Allred of Chiltingham, John Allred of clol Town, Jon Fairbanks of Funkadelic Freestylings of Another Sort, Eli Z. McCormick and Miriam Allred of Modern Revelation!, John D. Moore of Whatnot Studios, Joseph Schlegel of Sour Mayonnaise, Sven Patrick Svensson of Sadness? Euphoria?, William C. Stewart of Chide, Chode, Chidden, and WiL Whitlark of The Real McJesus. This week's theme: 'Poverty'.