And then comes Lawrence.
He cruised in on his bicycle, coasting to a stop at the top of the hill, looking down on us.
I had no idea who he was, this older, skinny, scraggly guy with no shirt, riding a bicycle with streamers on the handle bars and a horn on the front. He was older, but I know now that it was by no more than ten years. Still old enough to not be riding around on a pimped-out, beater-bike, old enough to have better things to do than look for company with school kids, old enough to have enough sense to recognize real trouble in the form of Brando and Kevin, who had enough mean in them to put some serious torment onto the meek and the lowly, and all it would take was the sniff of arrogance, the notion that Brando and Kevin, though physically superior to almost all who crossed their paths, were not on the same playing field intellectually, or that over time, righteousness would reign and the meek and the lowly would indeed inherit the earth, and the beast would be cast into the lake of fire. As I would learn much later in life, God’s plans are fulfilled in God’s time where a day is like a thousand years and though justice would eventually prevail, it might not come soon enough for the victims of Brandon and Kevin. The scars of their torment could linger for years.
And so I wondered, what of Lawrence?
But I could see it coming.
copyright 2019, joseph e bird
This is an excerpt of a story in progress and is fiction, although it is based on true events. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, businesses, companies, events or locales is entirely coincidental.
October 20, 2019 at 8:37 pm
You do like your run on sentences, don’t you? This one was pretty incredible- taking us from Lawrence’s bike to the beast being cast into the lake of fire.
And yet, particularly if your protagonist is young, it works. That chain of thought-building to a crescendo- reminds me both of how Ralphie thinks in A Christmas Story and the way Garrison Keillor tells a tale on Prairie Home Companion.
Please post more excerpts.
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October 20, 2019 at 9:18 pm
Thanks for the thoughtful comment. The run-on sentence is my guilty indulgence. I realize the practice annoys most people but I enjoy it. The rest of the story will be available in a few days.
October 20, 2019 at 9:25 pm
Btw, do you remember Lawrence?
October 20, 2019 at 11:51 pm
Yes, we want more of the story, please.
October 21, 2019 at 9:34 am
Great inspiration for a story – there’s a lot to work with here!
October 21, 2019 at 11:28 am
Hey, Jonie. Good to hear from you. Hope you’re doing well. Do you remember Lawrence?