George Milton's Future

Chapter 1- After Killing Lennie

After George killed Lennie, Slim took him to the saloon where George drank his sorrows away. George hated himself for what he did. Slim noticed George being very depressed.

Slim remarked, "George... George! Answer me?!" George muttered."What?" Slim playfully punched his arm and smiled."Cheer up,have another shot of Wiskey,it will cheer you up."

George suddenly got angry and slammed his fist. "DAMMIT! JUST GOD DAMMIT! WHY LENNIE DID YOU HAVE TO BE SO DAMM RETARDED!!!!" The people in the saloon all looked at George. Slim looked puzzled. George just got up, gave the bartender 40$,and stormed out

Slim ran behind him. "George, what the hell was that about?" George replied with tears down his cheek."Slim, do you know I SHOT my friend, my in a way child!" George then started to weap. Slim stood there and patted George's shoulder. "George, he wouldn't have survived. As you told me, he almost got himself killed in Weed with that girl with that red dress. He was like a deer, and the world was like a pack of hungry savage wolves. God just took him, and he used you to do it." George just got up and answered."You're right. Let's return before the Boss gets mad."

After a 44-minute walk from downtown Soledad, Slim and George returned to the ranch they worked at. Candy was the first to approach them

"George, is it true? Did you kill Lennie?" George knew if he told anyone other than the people who witnessed Lennie's body he would be arrested. George shook his head. "No, Curley lynched him. Lennie was buried near the creek about a mile away." Candy sniffed."Surley, a horrible way to go, "

George wanted Lennie's death to remain a secret. So he went to the Boss's house and knocked on the door. Curley answered, clearly upset by his wife's death. "Listen,Curley, I am so sorry about your wife's death, but if I were to ask you one favor and one favor only, please keep your mouth shut about Lennie's death. The police would surely put me on the chair if they caught wind. Please,Curley, think of me, " Curley nodded in consideration. He let George inside into a Victorian era living room where George sat next to the fireplace

Curley lit a cigarette and talked, "George Milton, I won't tell a soul, and I assure you the secret is safe with me. If I'm going to be honest with ya, I knew from the moment I saw that deformed lumb, I knew his ass was going to be shot faster than a roster getting an erection. But I never knew my wife was going to get her neck broken by that son of a bitch." Curley started to chock up in emotion. George and Curley came up with a plan, the story would be that Lennie was lynched and his body was buried in an unmarked grave.

Monday came, and while George was helping clean the Boss's kitchen, he found a newspaper that read

"Disabled man lynched for killing local women. According to Charles "Curley" Newsom, the man, 30-year-old Lennie Small, while storking 26-year-old Wanda Newsom's hair, broke her neck and killed her. Police are not going to bring charges to anyone, and this proves that Lynching is a problem in the State of California."

George's blood ran cold when he read that. George then started to ball out cry and went into the fetal position. He missed his best friend