"If you could have one thing right now, what would it be?" Mark asked. Gavin, his long frame draped across the filthy couch, tossed a ball up and caught it.
"A fresh candy bar. Just shelved." He threw the ball again. Mark rolled onto his stomach and stared at the threadbare carpet.
"I want a nice pair of shoes. One I can walk all over the world in," he said. Gavin chucked the ball at Mark's head and it rolled underneath the couch where neither one of them could reach it.
"You ain't got the money," said Gavin.
"I can make some."
"How? Outta the dust in your clothes?" Gavin closed his eyes and crossed his arms over his chest. Mark pushed himself up and sat with his legs tucked under his chin.
"Nah, Gav. I'll get a job. A good one. Like my pop used to have." He swiped at a fly crawling up his arm.
"You ain't tall enough to get a good job."
"I'm strong enough," Mark protested standing up. Gavin rolled his eyes. "C'mon, Gav, we get cleaned up good and we go find us a good job. Maybe a mailman or one of them garbage men. I hear they get paid lots. We could have all the candy bars and shoes in the world."
Gavin looked at Mark and blinked twice. He sighed and stood up. The low ceiling brushed his hair. Mark bounced to his feet with a grin and raced out the door.
"Mark, wait up!" Gavin shouted and followed him out.
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The Unknown Tales: A Collection of Short Stories, One Shots, and More
Short StoryGoblins, gnomes with a vengence, giant snake ladies, killer horses, elves with dark secrets, bullet-proof knights, and Fire Breathing Rubber Duckies lurk between and among the stories. Brave are the adventurers who conquer these pages, for what lurk...
