Random Short Stories

Story Three~ McDeath

"Oddly chewy, mystery meat, McDonald's burger. With your stale golden brown painted, sesame-seed-free bun. Your plastic orange square people call 'cheese' melted on the odd meat. Yum." I recited to Arnold. He cracked up.
"Oh, Cass. Your amazing! Bravo! That should be the new commercial!"
"I know right? People would go crazy for the food with the new way we've advertised it!" I said, my voice dripping in sarcasm. We had been sitting outside the backside of McDonalds on our brake.

He exhaled some smoke, and putt the cigarette back to his mouth breathing in again. "Why do you smoke? It tastes horrible!" I asked, remembering the time I accepted his offer of a cig. I shuttered at the thought.
"It calms me." He spoke softly now, no more giggly Arnold. I nodded. "Wanna try again?" His humor was back.
"No!!! Absolutely not! Ewwwww." I screamed, jogging back to the door. He came after me.
"Slow ... Down ... Can't breath ..." He said, breathing in big gulps of air. I ran back over to him.
"Are you all right, Ar?" I asked him. He shook his head, heaving in another breath. I put my hand on his back, rubbing soothing circles. I picked up my phone quickly dialing 911.
"Hello, you've reached 911. What's your emergency?"
"My friend. We were running around and now he can hardly breath. I need an ambulance. I'm at McDonald's on Garth St. East."
"Ok, we're on our way." The called ended after that.

***

"Doctor Fischer! Is he okay?" I said, running across the waiting room towards him.
"Cassidy ... I'm really sorry but-" I cut him off.
"He didn't make it." I finished for him. He nodded solemnly. I looked at my feet.

My best friend.
Dead.
No more laughs or jokes because Arnold James Glen is dead.

I fell to my knee's, putting my face in my hands and sobbing my heart out.

I love you Ar. I always will.