Rosewood

Rosewood

A Story by ben

Reading Jack’s eyes, an uneasy feeling creeps along Sal’s spine and not wanting to, finds himself asking the young man opposite him, “A train ride taking me where?”

“I don’t know for sure but what I do know, not everyone has a ticket.”

Leaning forward on his elbows, Sal digs. “And those without, what happens to them?”

“The air is icy cold to where it burns as one after another, is pulled below until there is none left.”

“Holy s**t. What the f**k is your boy saying here, Jack?”

Sal’s voice is background music filling in all of those uncomfortable moments of being who he is until he remembers Cat’s warning, “All will cast you as a liar or, if they’re nice, a storyteller.” At the moment, Sal is acting confused so, what thought good news, Michael tips the scale by saying, “don’t worry about that last part.”

Dad jumps right on this. “Hey, slow down. Give the man time to catch up.” Flooded with a ton of weird s**t falling into his lap, Sal gets to clearing a path. “Why do I have the impression that I am going to die and that I should be happy about this?”

Jack cuts off his son.

 

© 2020 ben


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Added on February 15, 2020
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Rosewood Rosewood

A Story by ben


Rosewood Rosewood

A Story by ben


Rosewood Rosewood

A Story by ben