I thought I would share a short story with you today. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it.
Let me know what you think, feedback is always helpful to a writer.
Andrew Johnson walks to his car and places a box in the trunk. He gets in the car and starts the engine. He drives out of the parking lot. People are standing at the bottom of the ramp, huddled together in a group, talking.
As his car picks up speed, a smile crosses his lips. Are you proud of me father for finally completing a job?
Father chews on me about any and everything.He’s made my life miserable.Pulling up in front of the mansion, he puts the car in park and jumps out. He knows the garage man will park the car. He lifts the trunk, takes out the box, and carries it to the front door. The butler, Wilson, opens the door.
“Good afternoon, Master Johnson.”
“Hello, Wilson. Where is my mother? “She has gone to a Women’s Club meeting. I believe she is giving a speech today.”
“Thank you, Wilson; I’ll be in my room.” Andrew bounds up the long stairway to the second floor landing. Then he walks around to the back stairs and takes them to his room.
I’m feeling very pleased with myself right now. Life is changing for mother and myself. People ignore what they see because Anthony Johnson is an important man. Father puts out the persona around people that he has the perfect life. If only they knew. Maybe now they will learn.
A knock sounds on the door. “Come in”, Andrew calls out. A woman in her forty’s walks in. “Hi, mother, how did your speech go?” Andrew asks. While his mother was walking towards his bed, he is thinking how beautiful his mother is. Her petite build, long blonde hair and clear blue eyes make her the envy of many women.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, Margaret took hold of her son’s hand. “Andrew, I have something to tell you. It will change our lives completely.”
“What is it mother?”
“The police came to the Woman’s Club and brought me home. It seems that your father is dead. He was giving a speech in front of the bank and someone shot him.”
The radio was playing softly next to Andrews head. He and his mother listen as a news report begins. “Ladies and Gentlemen, I am sad to announce that our Governor, Anthony Johnson has been assassinated. At this time, the police will only say they have a lead. We’ll cut into your regular programing if there are further developments.”
A knock sounds at the door. “Come in”, Andrew says. Wilson opens the door. “Excuse me, ma’am for the intrusion. There are men down stairs who identified themselves as FBI. They would like to speak to Master Andrew.”
“Do not open your mouth, Andrew,” his mother said.