I think I'm in before the signup deadline, so let's do this. It's been awhile since my first Thunderdome
|# ¿ Mar 22, 2013 15:57|
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Metamorphosis (498 words)
I turned my bus ticket over and over in my hand, the clock on the wall tormenting me with its slow pace. A drop of blood landed on my sweater, my nose must still be bleeding from fighting with Brian.
You think you’re too good for mining coal? No-one gets out of Weaver, let alone some singing fairy like you.
Brian and I never really got along, being the older brother he always seemed to make it his business to make my life miserable. This time though he’d gone too far and I’m getting out of this town.
I heard the old Ford roll up to the parking lot, I pulled my jacket hood up to hide my face even though I was the only passenger at the station. My father walked into the bus stop, the vein on his forehead about to reach critical mass, Brian must have told him I wanted to leave. I started to think about how close I’d come to leaving only to have to go back home and deal with the family guilt trip and then my eyes started to water.
“Just where do you think you’re going?”
Between sniffles I managed to get out “New York”.
“Oh lord not this again Steven. Who do you know there? Where would you stay? Stop being ridiculous and get your rear end in the truck.” He pulled me to my feet and grabbed my bag. We headed to the truck, and after that it would be back home. “I’m getting real sick and tired of your attitude son. All I ask is that you show some respect, for me and for your family. Times are tight; you know we’re going to need you to help out now more than ever.”
As we got closer to the truck, I saw the bus pull up to the transit station. Soon it would drive away and take with it my only hope of getting out of here. “I’m not like you, I can’t stay here.” He stopped me and spun me around, his eyes wide.
“I can’t stay here. Mining coal may be okay for you but every time I think about being in that mine shaft I want to die. There’s no room to breathe down there. I need to get out of Weaver. I want to play Curly in Oklahoma or Nathan Detroit in Guys and Dolls. I know I’m meant for bigger things than mining. Just for once let me live my life and not yours!”
He stood there awhile staring at me. I looked at his face for a hint of what he was thinking but all I found was the familiar look of disappointment. He let out a sigh, “I guess this isn’t just a phase.” He handed me my bag and walked back to the truck alone. As the taillights faded into the distance I looked at the bus and smiled for the hope of what tomorrow might bring.
|# ¿ Mar 24, 2013 01:54|