First page practice workA Story by Robert Filosnot a true story, just some writing I was doing
It just didn't seem worth it, now that it was all over. With everyone dead or dying and only me and Subway left unscathed, and Crazy Mary with a broke up leg, it just seemed like a bad dream. Subway is a good kid, don't get me wrong. He kinda looks like Epstein from that TV show Welcome back Kotter. Big fro type hair and big silly smile, but not half as clean. When he was younger the kids used to call him pigpen for good reason. And now it was just me and him left outta the whole gang. Crazy Mary too, but I'm not counting the girls, we never did. When I set out this morning, it had all the appearance of just another day in the neighborhood. Granted, Parkchester at this time was not a cake walk any day off the week, but we never thought a massacre like this was just around the corner.
The ambulance was just loading up Crazy Mary, when the inevitable police questions were to begin. Subway was first, and, a minute in, I see that they are putting him in a squad car which couldn't be good news for him or me. My time was at hand. What should I do? What could I say? All these kids, dead, is there ever an answer for such a misjudgment in a young persons life? It's not like I was the leader of the gang or something. I didn't cause all this death, That was the other side. And they were not here now, and you know about being a rat. Is there a time to talk to the cops? How can i not when all these kids parents will be wanting answers, burying their kids at such a young age. The oldest couldn't be more than fifteen, and I know Bobby was only eleven. Damn, What the hell happened today? These kids may talk about how their parents don't give a ****, but that's just talk. And now these Moms and Dads are gonna be looking at me for the rest of my life thinking...thinking who knows what? Subway, man, "What are you telling the cops?", not everything I hope? If only I could go back in time. Just a bit, just back to Saturday night when this whole stinking mess got started. © 2016 Robert Filos |
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Added on May 26, 2016 Last Updated on May 26, 2016 AuthorRobert FilosNationwideAboutI write what I call Folkwritings. These can be in many forms but generally are writings by and for folks. Some of the headinds I write under are Folkwritings from the Future, Writings for the Revoluti.. more..Writing
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