The biggest change III
By cripes, a man’s made of paper now.
My father bought his farm on a handshake. And that was it. It was understood. It was enough to shake a man’s hand. That was enough. It used to be that your word was enough.
This whole area here is held together by that handshake. Just look around you, eh?
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~ by Daniel Townsend on August 10, 2013.
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Tags: creative writing, farmer, handshake, paperwork, promise, short stories, short story, Tasmania, word