Sunday, May 23, 2010


Tucker tried to keep his grip on Jimmy but it was impossible. Jim fell and all Tuck could do was watch his best bud fall - arms spinning like pinwheels. Jims eyes were wide with accusation and then they were gone. Jimmys body hit a pile of old shopping carts next to the dumpster and broke like a sack of crackers smashed against a wall. Tuck turned away from the sight. His best friends twisted body face down on the pile of rusty cages. Tuck couldnt believe this was happening. Jim didnt really just die, did he? He couldnt have. That was the only thing Tuck could think. This isnt real. But as Tucker shook the image of his dead friend from his eyes - he knew it was true. The forms of the two guys who shoved Jimmy were now advancing towards him.

Originally posted on May 13, 2005 on Myspace.

A little slice of prose fiction I wrote.

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