Someone asked for a fictional short story, and I already was going to submit this randomly, so I'll just say its an entry for your contest! (Person who created the contest- post a sunglasses face. Thanks!)
Happily chatting people were slowly filtering
out of the old church. Gradually the pews were
emptied, the hall was quiet, and even the
quietest of noises would be heard across the
Soon the only people left were the old Chinese
lady in purple, Mr. Hangrove, an elderly man who
had trouble hearing, the Jodsie family, their
friends the Worra family, Mrs. Gowet, and of
course senior high schoolers Fisher Bolu, Jason
Frans, and Mike Gowet.
Mike was trying to pursuade his mother to let
him and his buddies, Fisher and Jason, to go to
a restraunt for lunch and see a movie
"Please?" Mike begged his stubborn
mother. "Jason has his own money and Fisher has
his OWN credit card."
Mrs. Gowet shook her head. "No."
"But why? It'll be only for a few hours!"
Mrs. Gowet persisted. "What if something
happens? You're under my care until you're
graduated from college. That's the law."
"But Jason has a cell phone! If anything
happens, he can call you or his mom!"
"Does he have my number?"
"Probably. I know it anyway."
"What is it?"
Jason rolled his eyes and rattled off his
Then he said his father's, grandmothers',
grandfathers', aunts', uncle's, and sousins' at
his mother's insistance.
"NOW can I go?"
Mike turned to his friends. "I guess not."
"Wait." Jason leaned forward and whispered into
"Please?" Mike asked his mother, one more time.
Mrs. Gowet pursed her lip thoughtfully. She
wanted her son to go, and fellowship with his
friends, but she felt like something bad was
going to happen.
"C'mon," Mike begged, practically on his
knees. "The four of us will be perfectly safe!"
Here his mother paused.
She counted the boys. One, Mike, two, Jason, and
three, Fisher. Her eyesight had been failing her
recently, as she was in her early fifties.
"You mean three," she corrected Mike.
Mike shoook his head, grinning.
"No, dear, I think I see three young,
inexperienced boys in front of me." She counted
again to be sure. "You need to learn to count."
Again Mike shook his head. "Four."
"And who was planning on majoring in math in
college?" Mrs. Gowet asked, raising her
Mike, smiling, began to count himself and his
friends. "One," pointing at himself, "Me. Two,"
pointing at Jason, "Jason. Three," pointing at
Fisher, Fisher. Four," He held out his hands and
turned in a circle. "God."
"You may go."
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