Short Stories

Anthony: King of Trovell

(Ignore the words my photo editing software is down so just know that the picture is the important part the girl with brown hair is Aura and the guy is Anthony and Hunter Parrish is Alex. and Harvey Keitel is the father. I've really thought about making this into a movie.......)

Anthony: King of Trovell

The daisy fields in May were exquisite with their floral sent wafting in the air. They blanketed the fields, the shimmering afternoon sun making them appear golden. Anthony took a minute to enjoy their beauty as he turned from his rusted pick-up to a sleek black limousine kicking up dirt and dust making a hell of a racket bouncing up and down his ten-mile dirt road. Every muscle in his body tightened as he recognized it almost immediately.

“Hey Aura, I’m getting quite tiresome of this CD, would you mind quite terribly changing it?” Aurora Jones looked at Anthony’s fierce expression staring at the limousine and then towards the limousine then back to Anthony. When she did not respond Anthony turned to her, quickly seeing that she knew something was wrong with him. He urged her more quickly than before. “Now, please?”

She huffed jumping off the high table where Anthony was setting his tools. As she stalked off slamming down a socket wrench with a metallic thud, she grumbled about the bad things Anthony was, “Ain’t ever gonna tire of this CD S’your favorite CD, stupid mother fu…” She grumbled, but complied with his request and that was what was important to Anthony.

As the limousine finally pulled to a halt in front of Anthony, who had crossed his arms wiping oil all over the front of his white wife beater tee shirt, Aura played full blast a song she knew he despised. Anthony flinched, there would be hell to pay for his betrayal tonight; he could feel Auras’ seething rage from inside the house assaulting him in the yard.

A sophisticated business-only type looking man stepped from the limousine looking disgustedly around him. Anthony’s jaw set becoming immobile as stone. He was proud of the home he had built here who was he to come here and pass judgment on him, then Anthony remembered exactly who it was he was thinking about and realized he would pass judgment on anyone and everyone just to make it seem like his life was so much better. It was at that moment Anthony realized why he loved his small cabin in the backwoods. It was isolated.

“Anthony Trovell?” Anthony didn’t answer. The man shifted his weight; he had never felt so intimidated in his life. “Yes, well we have come on behalf of your father…”

“Stop right there. Right, take your leave.” Anthony snapped at the man quickly before turning back to his truck but not really focusing on it, he was lost in a memory of long ago. The man became outraged, he heard Anthony might be difficult but he hadn’t even allowed him to finish!

“But sir, he’s dying!” Anthony whirled toward the man.

“And the world is a better place because of it! Now do as I say and take your leave or I shall be forced to remove you by any means necessary if need be.” The man’s mouth gapped open. Though he could see Anthony was serious, the man could not believe it. The man closed his mouth composing himself controlling his surprise by tugging on his jacket smoothing it; he did leave eventually as Aura walked out onto the porch with a twelve gauge shot gun in one arm her blue sundress whipping around her in the breeze emphasizing her figure she never showed off.

Aura placed a hand on Anthony’s shoulder as he watched the limousine recede from his palace. Anthony stared at her comforting hand pondering whether to shove it off or to weep. He finally sighed and looked back towards the dust trail.

“Anthony he is dying and you will take over his business. I’ve seen it.”

“Kindly shove it, little Miss Oracle.” Shaking off her hand, he turned back to his truck concentrating on nothing but the truck. Aura sighed as she jumped back up onto the high table, worrying over Anthony.