Crispy and me see the pile as we turn the block, but he knew this morning something bad was coming. He wore it on his face like a wince before your mama slaps you.
Every school has a Crispy, a kid whose clothes are never clean, who always asks if you want the rest of your sandwich or chips, who never invites you home.
I took shit for being his friend, for sticking up for him. But I knew nobody else would.
Now we stand staring at the entire contents of his ratty-ass apartment, his mama nowhere to be seen.
Dear Josh,
I love the voice in this. Every Crispy needs a friend like this.
Shalom,
Rochelle
Thanks!
Perhaps he shouldn’t have participated in the cruelty of calling his friend Crispy, but otherwise a good kid
So sad. At least he had a friend. Every school has a Crispy.
Like Rochelle, I like the voice you’ve used. Sad story. I hope Crispy finds a way to survive.
Can’t help but warm to your MC and his loyalty to Crispy. Nice one.
Heart rending tale. I thought for a moment it was going to be a windfall for Crispy, right there on the pavement. An eloquent tale.
I enjoyed your use of the prompt
I hope Crispy’s friend has a mum kind enough to take his friend in.
I hope your family can help Crispy out. But I wonder about the baby…
Right out of real life. Well done.
A strong voice for the narrator. I really like the line “He wore it on his face like a wince before your mama slaps you.”
Grow up fast, grow up hard. Good piece.