The ride home wasn’t as bad as Slaughter thought. He went down the same route he did that morning--retracing his steps. Then he came to the intersection. The sign said open. Slaughter smiled. Parking on the opposite side of the stall he got out of his car to walk across the street.
As he approached the stall he looked at the man sitting with a pipe to his lips. Removing the pipe, the man stood up. He coughed in the opposite direction and then turned to face Slaughter.
“Well, you’re looking awfully nice today young'en. What can I get for ya?”
“I…” Slaughter started but was interrupted by a girl’s voice coming from the trailer behind the man.
“Papa!”
The man rolled his eyes. “You kids just don’t what work is now do ya?”
Slaughter laughed, “Afraid not, Sir.”
The girl ran up to the man with a huge grin on her face and a huge book in her hands.
“If yer expectin me ta help yer dumb ass with that nonsense thin again.” He mumbled and then coughed.
The girl laughed, “No, Papa I’m not. I saw him! I wanted to say hi!” She pointed to Slaughter as she spoke.
Papa laughed, “This here young'en? I don’t know what ya want wit'em but you serve the kid. I’m going inside for a bit.”
The girl nodded.
Slaughter smiled. She had to be her. The one that he’d greet every day. He could see it. He didn’t know how but he could see it.
“You graduated today.” The girl finally said as her Papa shut the door.
Slaughter nodded, “And you’re holding a text book.”
The girl laughed, “Yea. I’m teaching myself how to do all these. It’s difficult but I think I’ll manage to finish in another summer.”
Slaughter smiled, “Don’t give up.”
The girl nodded, “I won’t. And neither should you.”
YOU ARE READING
The Last Day
Teen FictionMemories flash as each second of the last day flow. Caught up in himself he puts away the fear. He's nervous. Just how far can he push?
