Francisco Reyes
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Violent - Chapter 1
The tops of tall buildings could be seen over the small roofs of the ones that surrounded the little alley Roger called home. Some of those buildings far off scraped the sky, down here in the alley and the street it led to, they were never given much thought. The people living down here preferred to stare up at the sky. Do they look at the clouds? Enjoy the blue or the warmth of the sun? Why look up at something so far gone you cannot hope to reach? Well, if that’s what people thought of these sky-gazers. Then, the same question can be asked about staring at those buildings in the city. Why look at the tall buildings? At the skyscrapers? When those here had as much chance of being accepted in those buildings as being up in the sky.
By Francisco Reyes2 years ago in Chapters
Rustle, Oklahoma
The night was in stark contrast to four hours ago. Thick clouds blanket the moon turning the world black. As if the small town of Rustle was inside of a dark orb. Out on the dirt road going to Lisa’s, it felt like I was traveling through a tunnel. The only lights were the small orbs from the porch in the distance and my headlights.
By Francisco Reyes2 years ago in Chapters
Rustle, Oklahoma
Lenny led the way into the house as that Josh Turner guy’s music played outside. I followed behind Henry, entering the house and closing the door behind me. Nobody else is allowed inside the house. We cross through the living room past the two long couches and recliner around the glass coffee table.
By Francisco Reyes2 years ago in Chapters
Rustle, Oklahoma
Billy I stopped at my house after leaving Lisa’s. I quickly entered my small home beelining towards my room. Lenny’s gift was inside my closet. I had placed it inside of a small, wooden chest with black, iron bands. In it I kept the things most important to me. I slid the closet door open, grabbed a black windbreaker, dragged the chest out, and knelt in front of it. I placed the windbreaker on the ground, unlocked the lock of the chest with the small key on my keyring, and snapped the clasps back.
By Francisco Reyes2 years ago in Chapters
Rustle, Oklahoma
Henry Some country song played filling the whole clearing with music. The artist was Josh Turner or something like that, country was never my go to music of choice. I always preferred hard rock and metal since I first listened to Metallica’s Kill ‘Em All album in Josh’s basement when I was thirteen. Josh Turner’s song has everyone moving, drinking, eating, and enjoying the evening so, I guess, I was enjoying it too. A tinge of embarrassment struck me remembering what I told Mary about country music, “I might be from the sticks, but you won’t ever catch me listening or enjoying this on my own.”
By Francisco Reyes2 years ago in Chapters
Rustle, Oklahoma
I didn’t actually have anything to read. Richard’s prickly attitude was there since before I came. His grumpiness since the accident is nothing new to me. I didn’t want to ruin his baseball game by him having to go up those stairs with his tired legs. I could wait outside until seven. I needed a little rest after all the work I’ve been doing this week after all. So, I sat on the wicker chair they have outside. I stretched out my long legs. Placed my hands behind my head and stared off at the empty field soon to be a sea of corn by June.
By Francisco Reyes2 years ago in Chapters
Rustle, Oklahoma
I walked towards the white, chipped and wind-whipped, fence surrounding the lawn of the home. I pushed the gate open, beside a leaning, white mailbox, and walked on a stone path. Weeds grew between the cracks of the stones and at the edges. The front steps were shouldered by small hedges needing a quick trim.
By Francisco Reyes2 years ago in Chapters
Rustle, Oklahoma
Henry continued driving down the main road. On the left side, was the market and back down the street would be Dole’s. Henry got on the left most lane, drove further down the road and go onto a middle-turning lane. Henry waited for a couple of cars to go past then made a U-turn. He drove up the road, turned into the small market parking lot and turned the truck off. “Here we are,” Henry announced our arrival.
By Francisco Reyes2 years ago in Chapters
Rustle, Oklahoma
Henry continued up the road past Bob’s and past Cobb Street. We went five minutes out of town, Henry slowed the truck down and turned on his left blinker. He waited for the incoming traffic to pass by before going off the shoulder onto a dirt trail. On the dirt trail, it was as bumpy as I remembered. The trail elevated and went up a hill. At the top, in a clearing surrounded by pine and birch trees is a two-story house. The house Henry and I grew up in.
By Francisco Reyes2 years ago in Chapters
Rustle, Oklahoma
It was 10 o’clock by the time I finished my after-mass duties. Molly, a volunteer, who took care of the children during mass in a separate room joined to the church, entered the main room. She wore a brown skirt that went past her knees, with a brown jacket and a white dress shirt underneath. Her black hair was done up in a ponytail pulled tight.
By Francisco Reyes2 years ago in Chapters
Rustle, Oklahoma
I had just finished the sermon and was cleaning up. Dust swirled in the sunlight shining down past the beams. The light becoming different colors as it met the stained glass of the church. The members of my flock have left bibles and pamphlets behind, and kids left their toys on the benches. I’ll keep the toys just in case they return for them or if they come back next Saturday. The bibles I placed back into their cubbies on the back of each bench.
By Francisco Reyes2 years ago in Chapters
