I’m Not Sure My Neighbor, Crazy Dave, Is Crazy

50-word story

We shook across the fence. I said, “Howdy.”

“I’m Dave,” he said. “People call me Crazy Dave. I worked thirteen years at Midas. I’m a prepper.”

His bonfire was warm, his beer cold, and his music loud.

None of that seemed crazy.

These days, neither does preparing for the apocalypse.