*
* * *
*
Ten
minutes later, he had not even hung around for the police and ambulance to
arrive on the horrific fatal-accident scene, Arnold, a.k.a.”Timmy”, climbed
four long flights of debris-cluttered stairs in an abandoned warehouse to enter
his “crib”. Sitting on the filthy mattress, he silently fingered the crisp
bills, smiling; the funny-looking business card with fancy writing he absently tossed
to the littered floor. Distracted with thoughts of what? where? and how? to
manage supper, he first sipped the cherry Icee, savoring the tantalizing
sweetness before slowly swallowing, then tried the grape delight, alternating
flavors in a rhythmic dadence, contemplating his future. He did all right for
an orphan kid on his own on the unforgiving mean streets a very savage “jungle”-city.
Nobody gave a Damn! Save loser idiots ripe for fleecing. Arnold was most proud
of his abilities and accomplishments. He laid back for a nap---smiling.
No good deed
goes unpunished…
Good!---begets…Evil!---begets…Good!... and,
In the end, the
“Good” guys win! (Revelation)
Amen!?
(This short story will be included in Station Master
by the author which will be released January, 2016.
visit: Amazon books, search: Carl Schuler
or e-mail: trinitytrace@gmail.com)
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