This is a True Story (Hard Moving) Pt. II

It was 5:55 AM and I got no sleep last night. My mind was still stuck on my neighbors rooster that crowed every morning. That thought keeps me humored for the moment. I was dropped off at the place where I worked, and I’m now sitting at the side door, waiting in line. I’m the third person from the entrance. It had been a couple months since I last worked, due to a back injury.

One of the guys standing in line muttered out, “This is bull shit. It’s fucking cold out here.”

It was now 6:00 AM. The dispatcher, that hands out the work, was running late this morning. You could feel the vibe in the air, and the restlessness of the men standing in line. Their was one lady, who by the look of her face, had a hard life. She was real energetic. The thought occurs to me that  she was high on something. Maybe coffee, who am I to judge? I’d worked with her a while back, and it wasn’t coincidence, that I thought the same thing about her.

I was always quiet in the mornings. I could never adjust my sleep enough, to get a full 8 hours, for this early “primal” time. I won’t use it as an excuse today. I don’t wanna look weak either, so I’ll push through. The only thought now is my son, Ryan.

As I look back at other people in line, I see the two black guys they stuck me to work with all the time. One’s name was Herb, a big guy with a beard who was lazy, and the skinnier one with a mustache, Lionel, who was actually pretty good to work with.

Herb use to be cool when we first met, but after you work with somebody, you quickly get a more personal acquaintance of them, not so friendly anymore. Not to mention he’d always try to “get one over” on the company.

Lionel was laid back, I’d talked to him and his girlfriend before. They were pretty nice people. Lionel always sold weed on the side for extra money. He always looked to me, since I was the driver, to convince the guys in the office to get us work.

Herb walked up the steps, passed the people in line, to me, “What’s up Brad?”

“What’s up?” I replied back.

“Hey, when we get in, walk up in there and stand in front of the window and get that work,” Herb demanded.

“I don’t know. I’ll try.”

They didn’t like people standing at the window. It was annoying to them to look so desperate. I picked up on a lot of things they didn’t like since I’ve worked for Hard Moving. Almost a year now. A lot of it was over stealing their business on the side. They didn’t like when you complained either. It was seriously “The Hunger Games” in this place.

Finally, the dispatcher arrived. His name was Andrew. I found his brand new iPhone one day, when I first started to work here. I was almost tempted to keep it, but I felt bad and turned it in. I always thought about it every time he sent me home and he gave work to other people.

We all filed in the worker’s section with hard plastic chairs. It was now 6:15 AM. By the time Andrew got in gear and saw the paper work that would say, Confirmed Job, he would start handing the jobs to the movers. It would end up being 6:30 AM by this time.

He began to call out people. Of course their were people in front of the window. “Sit down!” he told them.

“Dantelle,” Andrew called out.

“Berry!”

“Jason,” so on and so fourth, he shouted out names.

Their was finally a long pause, as he called out the last name. Sandy, the lady hopped up on some mind altering substance, walked to the window.

Herb charged up there not so happy, “That’s all the jobs!!!?”

“That’s all the jobs,” Andrew answered.

“Come on, man. You always throwing jobs in the trash, let me get one of those jobs!”

“You know I can’t do that Herb.”

Herb turned away and turned back without a second thought. Stealing any part of dignity, the big 6’4, three hundred and something pound man, ransacked the open window. As he jumped through the window, his hand met Andrew’s face, smothering him to the ground.  He had finally been tired of being sent home.

Andrew was a small guy, barley topping 150 lbs. He was helpless. Running up with my hands clinched, I ran to defend Andrew. Then I  saw Herb trail off  through the office part, to the front entrance.  Andrew brushed himself off, left from his place of assault, and walked towards the phone to call the police.

When the police arrived, Andrew told the police officers, “I’m not gonna press charges but he’s not allowed on the property again.” Which meant he was fired.

After it settled down, I asked Andrew, “Why is their no work?”

“Their’s no trucks. And you haven’t been here in 3 months.”

I was furious, “I hurt my back and I called you to tell you. And then you gave out workman’s comp, during this time. I received no money. Man, I’ve worked here for almost a year dude, I know it’s winter time and business is slower, but I gotta pay my child support.”

“Fine, I can get you work tomorrow,” he promised.

The next day it was the same routine, only no cops, and no work….again.

“Andrew, I have to take another job until it picks up again,” I spoke up.

“Okay,” he said.

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Dictator’s Die (Short Story)

“How is your day Ms. Fuentez?”

“Oh hi Rodney, good I guess.”

“You’re fixing to get off aren’t ya?”

“Oh yeah,” as she kept typing.

She stopped for a second, looked past Rodney’s scrawny figure and grayed hair, through the office window, “You better get back to work Rodney, Earl should be coming back any minute.”

Rodney fixed his glasses and said, “Okay. It was nice talking to you for a second.”

“Same here.”

Not shortly after, Earl Temple came in with his big belly, and white hair that was parted to the side. He always wore suspenders that looked like it was helping him wield up his coffee mug. After all the 15 years Lisa Fuentez worked with Earl, she never knew how one man could drink so much coffee.

“Do you have that typed up yet?” Earl asked abruptly.

“No, I’m not finished,” Lisa replied.

“Well you should be.”

Earl walked back into his office that was connected to Lisa’s. He was the head boss. A waste manager was a stressful job, but a job none the less. He had no relationship of any kind to his employees, but his workers had special “relations” with him. Lisa was his secretary and the one closest to him all day. Rodney and the other co-workers felt bad for her. They all had a crush on her, for she was a cute, short-haired, and fit woman.

The company they worked for was called Tire Plus. They recapped tires for tractors and trailers in Little Rock, Arkansas. The office and shop were small and boxed in. Tempers were always flaring. Tire Plus had a rough history, and it was lucky if you got out alive. Not only that, but Earl was notoriously known for getting rid of people he didn’t like , or in his mind, thought were lazy. Lisa was recently on that list.

Lisa had left for the day without telling Rodney goodbye, as she usually did. She had grown weary of how Earl was treating her and seem to grow paranoid that Earl was trying to get her fired. This had been constantly on her mind for the past year, as he had made a sexual advance on her the year before.

Before Lisa went home, she tried to stop by the health and fitness club to run out the stress, but this time it was it was not working. Thinking about the insanity, and the insanity itself was pushing her over the edge. She knew just what had to be done, and the thought set comfortably, as the sanity swelled up in her brain.

She got back in her white Honda Civic. Driving through the streets that were lit up by city lamps, their was not a thought on her mind. The radio was on mute, and so was she. Finally making her way to a parking lot of a store that sold one thing. The sign she walked under before making her entrance read, GUNS.

Lisa exited the store. She pulled out the gun she had just purchased once more in the car, that was now legally in her name. It was a .45 Sig Sauer. She put it back in the holster and wanted to stop by her father’s house. Her mother had recently passed away and was now forced to help a second household. This wore heavily on her.

For the next three days during the work week, Lisa obtained a membership to a shooting range. There, she would gain accuracy and progress her sharp shooting skills. On the third day, since her last purchase, on a Thursday night after work, Rodney decided to stop by Lisa’s house. He had lived close by. He noticed all week the friction between Earl and Lisa.
Lisa heard a knock at the door and opened it, “Hey Rodney, what are you doing here?”

“Hey.”

“Come in.”

“Well I just came to check on you,” losing his balance just a bit.

Lisa noticing this said, ” Oops… be careful.”

“If you haven’t noticed… Lisa… I should probably get to the point… I like you. I’m also worried, you haven’t been yourself.”

“Oh Rodney, I like you too… But… I just can’t handle dating some one right now.”

Their was an odd silence,”I understand I should probably go now,” Rodney said and turned away.

“Rodney wait… I do like you. I just… have a little bit of stuff on my plate… I’m fine though.”

“You sure?”

“Of course I am, thank you Rodney.”

“Okay, bye Lisa,”  and he drove off.

The next day Lisa arrived at work. She always waved at Rodney every morning and this day wasn’t any different. She had placed the gun in her purse for easy access. Her plan was simple, point, shoot, and wait for the cops to come. Lisa wasn’t performing any of her work today,  their wasn’t any point in it. Lisa noticed that Earl was late this morning, so she still sat up straight, her purse in her lap, and waited.

Fatigue had set in, for it had been three hours, and still no sign of Earl.  She began to think he had taken off today. All her encouragement, and build up for this moment had been wasted.She might not ever get the nerve to do this again. The thoughts of her mom, family, and the hatred she had for this man were all for nothing. She began to cry and started feeling resentful. She knew she was wrong for even thinking such a thing. And that was harder to think of in itself.

Just then Rodney charged in, “You must have heard already,” noticing her crying.

She wiped her eyes, “What?”

“Earl died of a heart attack last night.”

“Are you serious?”

“Yeah, his wife just called.”

Eye In The Sky (Short Story)

The stars were shining bright one night in East Texas. Chad and his brother Patrick were hanging out in a car, listening to the radio, and having a few beers. The station was playing  rock music, Audioslave’s “Like a Stone”.

“Mom wants you to get a job,” Patrick said. “She wants you to help out with the bills.”

Chad lit a cigarette and took a drag. He blew the smoke out of the side of his mouth, angled towards the cracked window. Patrick being irritated by the smoke said, “Damn crack your window more,” and coughed.

“Look I’m trying to find a job. It’s hard to find one when we live so far from everything.”

“Chad…. you always use that as an excuse, you have to get a job, that’s it.”

“It’s bullshit,” Chad spoke out.

Chad and Patrick still lived with their mom. They had recently been fighting about this, for it had been three months since Chad had last worked. The car they were sitting in was a black 1996 Chevy Lumina, sitting by their double wide factory home, in an asphalt made driveway. The spot light came on by the side door; the wind had shaken the auto sensor. They thought they had woken their mom up, which they did not want to do. She would be pissed.

The spotlight turned off, and they were now sitting in the dark. The song had ended and went on to play an Alice In Chains song called “Rooster”. They both sat silently, listening to the tune. Chad gazed up at the stars, wondering how he could escape the thought of finding a job. He knew how hard it was to find work. He tried to think of several things to do for money, like starting a band, but didn’t know anybody to start one with. Thoughts raced through his brain.

Chad suddenly noticed something catch his eye. He pointed with his index finger, with the hand his lit cigarette was in and said, “Hey look, a shooting star.”

Patrick huffed, “I’m not kidding, quit trying to change the subject.’ He was looking right at Chad with his wide eyes, dark thick eyebrows, and goatee chin pointed down.

Chad was still locked in on the bright white dot as his long, blonde curly hair, blocked his view from Patrick’s crazy stare. “Wait wha- what’s that?”

“What?” Patrick gasped.

” Dude, seriously, look! That doesn’t look like a falling star, it stopped.”

Just then the object descended down and stopped again. Chad exited the car, as Patrick followed, both of their heads still cocked up at the sky.

“That’s not normal,” Chad whispered.

“It’s nothing,” Patrick scoffed.

Just then the bright phenomenon moved forward, and started to get closer. Patrick started walking towards the front door of the house, “I’m going in”. Chad speculated a bit, “We’re not alone.”

“That’s great, get a job.” Before Chad started walking towards the house, he looked back over, and the object had disappeared. He began to walk to go inside the house. “This must be a sign,” he thought to himself. He needed to start a band.

Allen’s Pledge (Short Story)

 “Graham you’re a procrastinator,”Amber said. “You’re lazy and have no motivation to do anything,” as she rolled over.
 Graham quickly thought to himself, I have plenty of motivation to screw you, gesturing the middle finger with her back turned. “Yes I know I need to drop off this package,” replying back.
 Amber was lying in bed, Graham exited the bedroom, and walked to the garage. Not before peeking in on his, “little monster” in the other room. He was sleeping in this morning. Thank God! Graham thought.
Graham Tyson ran an online business, and worked alongside with eBay. It kept food on the table, but he was always doing side jobs in photography, for extra money.
 The garage was packed full of stuff. Graham pressed the button for the door, to open up some space. The sun was a little perky this morning, Graham thought. Rummaging through his keep, he found the package that was wrapped up.
 Just then, he gazed up to notice his neighbor Cindy, backing out of her driveway. She looked in a rush, swinging her car in a jerking, fast motion. “Must be late this morning,” Graham muttered out. Also noticing that she was looking down at her phone at the same time.

Just as he turned away and reached for the garage door button, he heard an eerie screech and a slight thud. A sound any automobile driver was familiar with. Graham hustled his way to the driveway when he met, in the distance, an hysterical screaming lady, with her eyes wide, all white.

Graham ran up faintly surprised. Some cars were blocking his view, as he approached the direction the crazed woman ran to. Cindy and the lady Graham had never met before, were both hovering over a mangled little boy.

It didn’t appear the boy was breathing. Without a flinch of hesitation, Graham knew just what to do, for he had taken medical classes a few years back. “Step aside mam,” he said in a respectful, heroic tone.

He was already on his back, head slightly turned. He began to give him CPR. He had two lady’s behind him crying rivers. The lady began to shout and push Cindy, “How could you do this?” As Graham remained calm.

Just then, the boy began to breathe, making snorting sounds.”Call 911 hurry,” Graham panicked out. Cindy volunteered. Graham made sure their were no bleeding outs, and sharp bones.Their was no need for a tourniquet, he was relieved to know.

Before they knew it all emergency personnel arrived.

 “Oh my God Graham, Cindy exclaimed.
 “Cindy I saw you.”
 “What do you mean?”
 “I saw you on your phone. I have to tell the police that.
 What if it was Graham, JR. Cindy?”
Graham had realized that he had seen the boy before. He came to play with his son one day.
His name was Allen.