stefegg
They were polar
opposites.
Not just north
and south.
but happy
and sad.
Black
and white.
Yes
and no.
But something drew them
together.
Like they were magnets.
Or lovers.
The hallway was full of locked doors. I turned every knob but none of them budged. I didn't know how I managed to be stuck in there. Frantically, I turned every knob again, checked under rugs and above door frames -- anywhere -- for keys. This is what teenager-dom is like.
It was a delight to see him again, after so many months. She ran off the plane and into his open arms. He picked her up and twirled her around, kissing her lips before setting her back down. Everything was perfect now. And she was delighted.
He sat in the electric chair. These were his last moments. He thought about the trial, the "innocent until proven guilty," about his legitimate alibi. He was innocent. But he was losing his life. Someone was going free.
The bullet didn't lodge far into his arm -- he could still see it -- but it sure hurt like hell. He ripped the bottom of his shirt off with his teeth and wrapped it around his arm in a makeshift tourniquet. The blood oozed through the light blue fabric, causing his stomach to turn in his abdomen.
The young boy tugged on the old man's overalls.
"Grandpa?"
"Yes?"
"Your overalls have holes in them," the boy pointed to his grandfather's knee.
"They've had their share of workin' days."
"A treaty?" She asked.
He nodded.
"Like...peace?"
He nodded again.
"Really?"
"What?"
"You're going to try to guarantee peace. Like, we're countries or something."
"I love you. I don't ever want to fight with you."
"Okay," she said, and signed his piece of notebook paper, scrawled with the words "We will never fight. Ever."
Treaty. Like, treaty of Paris? I don't even remember what that's about. Damn, I need to pay more attention in school. I need to "make peace with" the fact that I have to go to school. Haha, did you see what I did there? I need to make a treaty with the people who make me go to school.
The boy's hat was on backwards, much to his grandfather's dislike. It was like wearing your pants halfway down your ass. People just didn't do it in his time. The boy didn't mean anything by it, it was just to keep the bill out of his way. But it meant something else where they lived.
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