I strolled along the street, glancing casually at the signs and boards I had seen a thousand times before. I considered my evening walk a part of my fitness routine. In reality, it was just an excuse to get out of my loud, bickering house.
My phone chimed. Instinctively, I looked at the pop-up notification. “In a shock move, the Government has banned all usage of coffee from tomorrow.”
A steadily rising rumble filled the air. I turned around slowly to watch a stampeding throng rushing towards me.
I glanced again at the cafe board. It was now or never!
Beth and Ben stared at the mess lying on grandpa’s bed.
They took one last look inside the wardrobe they had freshly emptied. Dejected, they ran down the stairs to their grandfather. Puffing their cheeks the little twins stood between grandpa and the television.
“Grandpa is a liar,” the two declared in unison.
Grandpa adjusted his spectacles.
“When did I lie?”
The kids led him up to his bedroom. They pointed to the empty wardrobe.
“You said grandma kept her treasures here before going to heaven.”
Grandpa smiled looking at the mess on his bed.
Mother quarreled with him over his secretive lifestyle. However, he never changed his ways. He would spend hours in our library, buried under piles of books. He never seemed to read them, rather he just skimmed through. Mother had developed a resentment towards books and did not step inside the library, and I simply wasn’t allowed there. One day, while dad was away on a trip, I snuck in. I wore his glasses and began going through his books. It was then I understood his obsession. The glasses highlighted certain words – clues.
They hardly have any ill intent behind their actions. I’m not such a kid. I mean every cuss word I throw. I don’t hide behind my cute smile, I proudly flash my evil grin. This time, my family will feel my anger. They actually thought they could ground me. Well, they were wrong. This plant I ordered online will help me. It has only been three hours since I planted its seed and it has already spread so much. My plant will soon cover the entire house. Grow, my meanstalk, spread all over.
I guess, after a point, we just want to feel young again. Alcohol helps with that. A few pegs down, my neighbours begin to think that they are young men and women. Once the booze really begins to flow, they begin revisiting their childhood. They are at it right now. I can see them holding on to each other and I can hear them making choo choo sounds – a human train. There goes the train, picking up speed. Okay, I think I need to be out there.
I grinned at my girlfriend as we seated ourselves at our table. She winked at me.
“So, this is the famous Captain’s Shack, your favorite restaurant. I finally get to see why you rave about it so much.”
“Ooo yes! Look’s great yea?”
“It does. But what’s with the orca..”
I placed a finger on her lips.
“Shhh! Just don’t ask that.”
She slapped my finger away.
“But why shouldn’t I ask about the Orca?”
I heard the Captain’s booming voice from behind me.
“The Orca you say?…”
An hour into the c/Captain’s tale, she realised she should’ve never asked…
The writing on the wall was literal and figurative – No Tresspassing. Everyone in town knew that these folks meant it. No one dared venture into territory controlled by the Videlli Family. They were unsavory characters and had dealings in all things illegal. However, here I was, looking for my Dalmation, Onyx. He had wandered off into these streets, chasing some stray. After sneaking around for fifteen minutes, I found Onyx snuggling with that stray. Only, that stray was wearing a tag that read Videlli.
The Theeves excitedly looked out of the windows as they sped along the coastline. They ooohed and aaahed at the natural beauty of the views. It was turning out to be their best trip and getting the seaplane now looked like a brilliant idea. As they landed, Mr. Theeve turned to his wife.
“Well, wasn’t that fun?”
She smiled and nodded.
“Yes, darling. It was the best.”
Mr. Theeve kissed his wife.
“Now, we need to get rid of this plane, before they track us down and jail us for stealing it…”
Slowly, it began chugging out of the station. I looked on with tears in my eyes, as my friends waved goodbye to me. I waved back until they went beyond my horizon. My parents told me that I would be going to a place called Mineville, and that it was nothing like my village. It was a huge city where people could dig out gold with their hands. That’s what my parents told me, but I don’t believe them. I saw them taking money from the people in the black suits.