Timmy Joseph

Blackest of Books

Blackest of Books I woke up, stretching for the most annoying alarm clock you have ever heard. To realize my rooster had broken into my freaking room. Have you ever woke up and grabbed a rooster? It is not something you expect. I screamed, he crowed, and I fell out of my bed. He fluttered out of my window of my room and this is where the story takes a strange turn. Yes, already, don’t judge me. My rooster, his name for record is Kakaw AKA, Shithead, fluttered out and within a moment I heard a horn of a car and heavy braking. Throwing a shirt on I ran outside; I did however forget pants. There I stood with my blue deer boxers and my green shirt. Feathers drifted down onto the blacktop in the early morning sun with the black car sitting still. On the side the car had the word Book in black letters with white outlining. My head instantly went to a black book, but on wheels. Already a strange morning I would say. Moving up the blacked-out windows, the door opened.