Phil, Bob and Jack

three guys with apt names

Phil, Bob and Jack

 

Phil

He is saying goodbye to his most cherished possession. He is odd, to be sure. Normal people bury their pets, but he has no pet to bury. He is burying his childhood bicycle. It takes all sorts to make a world, right?

Phil gets down the hole he has dug to make it deeper then climbs out and crouches by his red BMX. He touches it adoringly as a tear rolls down his cheek. Told you he was odd. He, then, lifts it, not unlike a knight lifting a damsel up from the ground after he has done away with the villains. Phil lowers his bike into the ground and tosses a white rose inside the grave. Being a crossword compiler, he buried his bike two down and three across. As the tears started afresh, Phil got hold of the spade and unhurriedly shoveled dirt on the late bike. That done, Phil flattens the mound of earth to make it even all along then deposits the headstone he’s prepared beforehand. Phil backs up a few paces, slightly inclines his head to admire his handiwork. Carved on the stone, in large beautiful uppercase, he has written:

“RUST IN PEACE ”

 

Bob

Bob should never have accepted the dare. When you are a lousy swimmer, you had better stick to the shore, where the water is ankle-deep. But “B.B.B”, short for Betty Big B***s, was with the guys and Bob hated to be called chicken in front of her. They piled onto the small rowing boat, Bob, Willy “the weasel”, Vin and Betty. Soon enough, they were in deep waters, Bob, literally and figuratively. Willy said:

“Bob, you go first” and shoved him overboard. Bob yelped and hit the surface with a big splash. Bob bobbed once, bobbed twice then bobbed no more. He sank like a stone. Luckily for him, Vin was strong and an excellent swimmer. From that day on, his friends stopped calling him Bob and started calling him “Sink”.

 

Jack

Jack is good at fixing things. Whatever breaks down in the house, trust Jack to put it back together again. Right now, he’s in the backyard, tinkering with his Beemer. He’s checking the cables, tightening the nuts and generally giving his car a thorough check up. He gets down on the floor, worms his way under the car and fiddles with the underbelly of the machine. His four-year-old son is riding his tricycle nearby, making VROOM VROOM sounds, imitating a motorcycle. His mom, Jill, pops out of the kitchen backdoor and yells: “Breakfast’s ready!” Then, to her son: “Honey, where’s Jack?”

“Under the car”, he tells her.     

Reviews

[KWP]

you are indeed so clever in your writing - I agree with Marie - gems they are - you should put them all in a book ... xx

[Woody]

so sweet of you to say so, Liz. you made my day.

[KWP]

you made mine .... x

[Marie]

Nice little gems of stories, as always.

I Got the Jack and Jill references in the third installment, but didn't understand the last two lines. Unless you mean a "jack" under the car.

[Woody]

precisely :) "where's Jack? under the car

[Woody]

actually, tell me if it's too vague.
The man in the hole is called "Phil" (fill/the hole)
read moreactually, tell me if it's too vague.
The man in the hole is called "Phil" (fill/the hole)
the man bobbing up and down is calle Bob
and the third is jack

[Woody]

you see, I took names, made puns and developed little stories

Oh and I'm glad you think They're good. Thank you, dear.