For more free flash reading check out the list of authors at the bottom of this post.
Ben slammed the posthole diggers into the bed of Mitch’s pickup. The crashing bang made Mitch wince. There was another dent to add to the handful added to his truck over the past few hours. Ben’s mood had started out bad, and gotten worse all day. But Mitch refused to soften up on the boy.
“Come on. We gotta fix the gate that Darrin’s prized bull decided to take out his frustrations on,” Mitch said.
“I know how pissed off the bull feels. Except I’d have fucked up the damn gate so no dumb ass cowboy could get it working again.”
Mitch stared at him for a few seconds before deciding it wasn’t worth the fight to point out he was acting like an ass. He was fairly certain that the high point in the day was going to happen later. The slammed pickup door that rattled the windows was almost too much though.
Mitch kept his comments under wrapped during the ride back to the house. It didn’t seem to get through to his houseguest that he really didn’t want to offend the people who were giving him a place to live and food to eat. When you’re in that situation, it’s best to not piss off the people helping you out. But Mitch kept his peace, although the teeth marks on his lip were probably going to get comments from Darrin.
They pulled up to the tool shed and eased to a stop. Before he could say anything the door opened and slammed again and the fencing equipment was being tossed in with no regard to order or care of the tools. By the time the last metal hit the floor, the door was slammed again and Ben was stomping off toward the house…and Mitch had lost his patience.
“Ben! Get back here.”
The boy tensed as if he were shot and paused for several moments before he turned.
Mitch lost the final shred of control. He stomped over to the young man and before he could do anything Mitch had the collar of his shirt cinched up tight around his throat. He glared at Ben for a moment before hissing out at him.
“Get your ass in there and put it all away like you should have done in the first place. Let me hear one more tool go clanging against the floor and you won’t like what happens.”
Ben’s face contorted. “You ain’t my dad. I don’t have to do anything you tell me.”
“No, I’m just the one who keeps you in clothes, food and a place to eat. And what do you do to show your appreciation? Nothing. I can’t even get your lazy ass out of bed.”
Ben started to say something several times before finally turning back to the shed. Mitch waited for a moment and then followed behind the angry youngster. By the time he reached the door, everything was being put in its proper place. It wasn’t quite being slammed around—not quite.
After several minutes, and a quick check by Mitch, Ben was headed for the house. His expression said he was looking for a fight. He knew if Ben was thinking about taking it out on Darrin, that would be a bad mistake. After a few more steps he couldn’t help but try and save Ben.
“Hey, Ben. I wouldn’t—“
Ben snapped back at him like an angry dog hitting the end of a logging chain. “Don’t fuck’n try to tell me anything. You don’t know everything.”
Mitch’s lips made a tight line and he kept his silence. Some people can only learn the hard way.
If you’d like to see a snippet from the other Wednesday Briefs authors you can go to the groups website. Or click on the name listed below to go directly to the story.
- Cia Nordwell
- Jim Dunaway
- Carol Pedroso
- Chris T. Kat
- Nephy Hart
- Jon Keys
- Avery Dawes
- Julie Lynn Hayes