Todd Wilson

"The man sighed and flipped his phone closed, before leaning forwards and talking a long drink out of his beer bottle. Johnny shifted in his seat, unsure whether he should strike a conversation with this man or not. Here was someone he could relate to, someone to keep him temporary company...

Johnny cleared his throat, “So, I couldn’t help but overhear you talking about clothespins,” The man looked over at Johnny, “the uh, the stationary one’s are the best. The ones with the springs tend to fall apart, seeing as they uh, they are made of multiple parts.”

The man looked over at Johnny, his head cocked to the side, a quizzical look upon his flabby face, “Oh yeah? How do you figure that?”

Johnny smiled at his drink, “I used to work at a hardware store, with my dad…” He trailed off, the statement taking him back to the simpler days. The days when he was just plain old Todd Wilson…"
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A/N: Hey everyone! This is just a copy of a short story that I had to write for English class as an assignment. I decided that I'd like to post it on here, just in case anyone I know was curious about how my story turned out, or for anyone who would just like to read it to see what it is about. I hope you enjoy! :)