Serial - Part 4A Story by DownTheDrainPreviously
on… Serial: Lewiston and Rainwater conversed
in Lewiston’s Grocery. The former discussed his past rivalry with and ultimate
triumph over “the Italians,” culminating in him skinning them and using their
pelts to line his desk chair, sixteen years ago. Fascinating, you
say? And
now, back to… Serial Wisps
of smoke pervaded the air. The booth in the old-fashioned restaurant was as
idyllic as ever as two men sat down, opposite each other, to enjoy separate
dishes of baked ziti and lasagna. “How is it, eh?” one inquired
boyishly. “Good enough” the other responded in
a breathy, classical tone. The eatery was empty other than
these two men, an old drunk sitting alone at the bar, and a kitchen staff comprised of a fat man named
Santino. The kid eating the ziti was in his
early or mid-twenties, while the lasagna man was sixty at least, with grey hair
and a staunch goatee. “Tell me more about Joey, Pop”
insisted the younger. “You’ve heard enough for one
evening, son” retorted the old man. The two were father and son. “Well I just found out I ever had a
brother, I think it’s only natural I’m curious about him.” The father lifted a heavy spoonful
of lasagna into his gullet, chewed, then swallowed. “Of course it’s natural” he replied
“but there’s really only so much you need to know, you see.” “Please, Pop. Please?” the son
begged with just a hint of desperation in his voice. The old man sighed. “Alright… Joey was like no other,
kid. He would’ve taken a bullet for any member of the family, any day a’ the week. He was my pride and joy. My
darling son. And I loved him. Then…then…” The old man was choked up. “One night, one fateful night, we were drawn into a conflict with that rat Lewiston and…and…” “Yeah?” “Joey was stricken down by that rat...
that old rat.” “You mean…” “He killed him…killed him and skinned him. Joey’s livin’ out the rest
of his days as a- a-… An a*s-rest for that miserable vermin in that
God-forsaken grocery store.” The son sat in shock. Ten minutes
prior, he had never known he had a brother, let alone a dead one. “But we’ll get him” the elder threw
in, still a little shaky. “We’ll get him. He thought we were done. Thought he
had us, he did. But it’s been sixteen years. We’re ready for him now… We’re
ready.” The old man suddenly stood up out of
his seat, and approached the restaurant’s exit, leaving the half-eaten lasagna.
He hastily retrieved his hat and overcoat from the rack by the door, with his
son following suit. He began to push open the door, but stopped midway through.
The younger looked on. The old man reached into his pocket
and pulled out what appeared to be an old Polaroid photograph. He straightened
it out and stared at it fixedly. It was a picture of a black, leather desk
chair. The two left the restaurant and the elder cried out. “I’M COMIN’, JOEY!!!” To Be Continued… © 2010 DownTheDrain |
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Added on April 15, 2010 Last Updated on April 15, 2010 AuthorDownTheDrainWhittier, CAAboutMy name's Vinny. I'm a 17 year old high school senior. I plan on studying Creative Writing and English Literature in college. more..Writing
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