Danger Looming (Michael Jackson Short Story)

It is early fall 1993. The Jordan Chandler affair has just hit us about a month ago. The atmosphere is tense. The accusations are outrageous. Michael Jackson remains silent. We all seem to have lost our innocence. His silence is unnerving. And nobody knows were this is heading.
In this mindset I wrote the first story of my life. I was 14 years old.

In that September night 20 years ago, I found a black, mechanical travelling typewriter from the 1940s in my father's study, beautiful as a clarinet, but also a little eerie, and drew this story from it. That's what it felt like. As if the story hadn't been so much in me, but as if it had been in that machine waiting for someone to let it out. So I just typed it down. Two A4 pages. No starting over, no revising. One shot. Danger Looming.

(PS: In case you are wondering, S... F... was my friend. I gave the original sheets of this story to her.)