JoshA Story by ZephyrThis is the raw beginnings of what i hope to develop into a story, or part of a story. I'm not sure yet.I don’t like to visit the apartment anymore. It’s always so…quiet. So hollow. I know why, and that makes it even emptier. Johnny is still there, but I can even see it in him. The silence. I’ve told him to move, to find somewhere else. He knows he should. But he can’t. “The camera wasn’t always around,” is his favorite comeback to my urging. “Actually, it was usually broken.” Josh always hated that damn camera; Dad had "given" it to him for his nineteenth birthday as a gag gift. Whenever he had a bad day he would get it out just to give it a squinty glare for minutes on end, cursing at it under his breath. That always cracked me up. And it was even funnier when he did it to a camera. Josh was that kind of guy. He had a great sense of humor, and he knew how to make people laugh. He was the clown of his department, the prankster always putting live snakes in Todd’s locker and replacing Mikey’s video iPod with an identically painted water weenie. That took him hours to paint. There’s a plaque up now in the “lounge”. I’ve seen it, when I went to visit. It’s gorgeous: bulky, bold, and engraved, informing the entire world on the death of a hero. At least, the small portion of the world that pass through the fire department. And most of them knew Josh anyway. But in the locker room, Johnny told me that the water weenie is duct taped to the wall. That is something Josh would appreciate. It makes the guys laugh every time they look at it, and makes Mikey’s ears turn bright red to think about how puzzled and terrified he was that his iPod had somehow become a mutant electronic. © 2008 ZephyrFeatured Review
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3 Reviews Added on February 6, 2008 Last Updated on April 6, 2008 AuthorZephyrMy ImaginationAboutmoar funny pictures Hello. When I joined a writing group in 2005, I discovered something that changed my life; writing is one of my true life passions. I love to write. If you have thoughts abou.. more..Writing
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