Story: Number One

Working title. I stopped writing movie reviews for some reason and went back into writing pointless crap that attempts to be deep an meaningful. This post I assure you, has meaning. It's my first attempt at story telling. Also, I promise to catch up on my reviews and whatnot later. For now, enjoy my first short story.

The Poncho
A Short Story Written by Casey Rafler

Large, green, and always wet. These were the reasons why young Christopher always hated his rain poncho. Granted, green was his favorite color. He did also appreciate not getting himself wet because of the full body coverage of his forest green poncho. But something about it just seemed to make him angry.

But what? And why? After all, his grandmother bought the poncho for him and young Christopher oh so loved his grandmama. So why then would Chritopher have such negative feelings for something that had so much value? Perhaps it was because of a boy named Chase.

Huge, sickly, and always slimy. This is how young Chase would always describe his friend's rain poncho. Blue was a much better color in Chase's mind and let's face it, he had a point. Also, Chase could never understand why Christopher couldn't be like normal kids and use an umbrella. These are the reasons why Chase convinced Christopher to destroy the poncho.

Chistopher was having such a bad day. As it so happened, Chase was having a similar day as well. As the two young gentlemen walked along in the rain towards Christopher's grandmother's house they began to chat. "I hate the rain," Christopher said.

"You should have an umbrella with you," Chase suggested.

"But I've got this poncho," Christopher added, "and I accidentally tore a hole in it earlier." Grabbing his poncho, Christopher adjusted it to show Chase the hole that just so happened to be over the right shoulder of the poncho.

"Umbrellas don't get holes," Chase told Christopher. Of course umbrellas can get torn up, but Chase wasn't about the reveal this to his pal.

"You're right," Christopher said. Hook, line, and sinker; Chase found his way under Christopher's skin unnoticed.

"You know what you should do," Chase told Christopher, "you should tear that poncho to shreds."

"You know what Chase," Christopher told his pal, "I think you're right."

The two had finally reached Christopher's grandmother's house giving the boys a perfect opportunity to stop. In this moment of rest, rage grew within Christopher. Not being able to contain it, he seized his poncho and tore it apart. The poncho began as one piece, then became two, then three, then four, and so on until it was nothing more than a bunch of tiny peices of it's former self. But just as the last torn piece of the poncho was about to hit the ground, the door to the house swung open and in the doorway stood Christopher's grandma with a look of shock in her face.

"Christopher, what have you done?" his grandmama asked.

"Got rid of this huge, sickly, slimy, stupid poncho!" Christopher yelled.

For a moment grandma didn't respond, a look of bewilderment worn on her face. But just as all grandmothers do, she responded with kindess, "Come here Christopher, before you catch a cold," she beckoned him. Christopher rushed towards his grandmother and hugged her. "You should head on home Chase," she told Christopher's friend.

In this last moment Christopher turned toward Chase with an expression of discontent. Tears my have been dripping from from Christopher's eyes, but Chase couldn't tell, after all, it was raining. But just before grandma closed the door she too glanced at Chase. But her look was woefully different. It was the look of disappointment that only grandmothers can give. What had Chase done?

A grandmother, disappointed with her grandchild's friend. A boy without a poncho. A friend who realized he had done wrong. But I felt sorriest for the poncho, it didn't deserve the fate it got.

Well, there you have it. My first attempt at a short story. A piece of crap? Literary genius? Something entirely different? You decide. I do want to write more of these so feedback would be most appreciated. Thanks!