Richard and Mike

Richard told Mike to meet him at 3pm right behind the old barnyard. That had been their meeting spot since they were kids. But when he pulled up, five minutes late, he is surprised to see that Mike hasn’t made it yet. “Where could he be?” Richard asks himself.   Impatiently, he grabs his phone and begins to dial, but just as he does, it rings and startles him.

“Mike, where the hell are you? I’ve here waiting, come on!”

Richard waits for a reply but all that he can hear is the faint sound of a struggle.

“Mike, Mike, are you okay…where are you buddy?”

Richard waits again holding the phone firmly against his ear. His heart is pounding out of his chest as he tries his best to distinguish the sounds. Then suddenly, after what seemed like a lifetime, it’s silent and he can hear loud breathing on the other end of the phone.

“Mike, are you okay, where are you?”

“Sorry, Mike won’t be making his appointment today.”

“Who is this, you son of a bitch, if you hurt him, I swear….”

“Don’t worry Richard, you two will be together shortly. Maybe you should be more careful of who you cross or perhaps it’s not a good idea to only have two meet up spots. I am amazed at how easy it was to find you. I know the hit was Mike’s idea so I won’t make you suffer like I did him. Just turn around slowly and accept your fate.”

© LaRonda Moore

Word Count [253]

First Hour

“Do you have your book bag, homework, lunch…what about your keys?” Sean has heard this series of questions so often that he just nods at the appropriate time while focusing his total attention on his latest daydream, Lori, the girl that sits in front of him in first hour. She smells like fresh strawberries and vanilla, and she’s even prettier than she smells.

Today, he will hold the paper firm when she passes it to him to and initiate eye contact. Today he will break the ice with a little small talk. Tomorrow, he will make her laugh; by Friday he’ll have her phone number. But Sean won’t stop there, because unlike his slacker, older sister, Shaun is a planner. In five years they will be engaged, they will be married in seven, and welcome their first born in eight. As she approaches her seat, he gets a whiff of a pleasant, familiar smell.

The moment is approaching, Mrs. Baker is about to hand back yesterday’s quiz. The stack of papers moves from the first desk, to the second desk, to hers. She turns around and he holds his breath. “It’s now or never,” he mumbles. “Hey Lori, are you going to the game tonight?”

© LaRonda Moore

[205 wds]

%d bloggers like this: