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This entry was published in the 34th Parallel literature magazine and serves as my first attempt ever at flash fiction.
34TH PARALELL - Tori by Damien Dread
The sun set into the mighty Pacific.
Curb stomping. Hands in pockets.
Holding the important note for Tori.
The ice cream shop has been closed for a week but I have to return.
Anxious. She said she’d be there.
I was crossing thirty-fourth when I receive a text.
R U COMIN - T
Yes!
I head to the peer. Nervous, then.
“ Hey, Oscar ! ”
Cody. Tori’s scam for the summer. Prick.
She has to be there.
Sitting on the outside tables. Hazel eyes staring at the oncoming stars. Freckles accented her sun kissed face. Light brown hair plays in the wind. Her smile. Beauty. Perfection.
Now, I know how Romeo felt.
I clutch the note in my pocket and before I can even speak …
“ There you are, barrio boy, I thought I was not gonna be able to say good bye to you !”
My heart swells.
I stare at my feet as I sit next to her. Fein a smile. She just laughs. Adorable laugh.
I explain.
“ I miss da firs bas den da tren but I say I see you, today. “
“ Aw, Oscar, your sweet.”
Quiet. I’m afraid of what I feel. I feel her warmth.
She reaches into her pocket.
“ I made this for you. It’s a friendship bracelet . We can be friends forever. Even if I’m in Minnesota and you’re in East L.A.“
“ Thenk you, Tori, I will charish it.”
She laughs. I reach into my pocket. Hesitate. Look at my feet. Stop.
“ I give you dis.”
Pull the crucifix off my neck.
“ My abuelita made it for me in Mejico. La Virjen will protect you “
“ Aw, I can’t take this ! Your grandma made it for you. It’s special.”
“ Is special lie you.”
She takes it.
Silence.
She smiles. Haunting smile. Then goodbye.
I clutched the important note for Tori in my pocket.
I throw it away in the platform trash can.
I sigh.
So stupid !
