Friday, March 30, 2012
Post 9
Seeing his father made Otis homesick. He wanted to visit home. See his brother and Mother. He wondered how they were. Wondered if his brother was still alive. "A visit home wouldn't be too bad" muttered Otis while he took a sip of his coffee. "I'm sure the feds wouldn't be upset. Otis took a spot at the complimentary computer at the coffee shop. He looked up plane tickets. "550 one way" he muttered. "That's a heck of a price! Where ya goin'?" Kindra said from behind him. He was about to click "book it" when reality kicked in. "No where" he said. He could never go home. It was too dangerous. He could never see his mother again. He could never see his brother again. Otis got up, ignoring the obnoxious stranger, and walked back to his apartment with yet another dream thrown away.
Post 8
Otis woke up at 6:30 am. He slept surprisingly well. He got a glass from the cabinet and filled it with faucet water. He took and sip and looked out the window. It was drizzling and very still outside. Somewhat peaceful. He turned towards his bedroom when he saw a figure standing in the doorway. It was a shadowy figure who stood completely still. Otis was in shock at first, but then the tension eased. It was his father. "Hello Papa" Otis said with a smile on his face. Then there was a knock at the door. Otis glanced towards the door and then back to the figure, but it was gone. Enraged by the disturbance Otis slammed his glass on the counter, cracking the glass and got the door. "What do you want!" Otis yelled at Clara Holloway. "Hi, Mister, but I was wondering if you wanted any Girl Scout cookies?". "IS THIS A JOKE? IT IS 6:30 IN THE MORNING! QUIT BOTHERING ME!"
Otis didn't mean to be rude. But he hadn't seen his father in years. Seeing his father delighted him, and all he wanted to do was chat.
Otis didn't mean to be rude. But he hadn't seen his father in years. Seeing his father delighted him, and all he wanted to do was chat.
Post 7
Otis saw his life pass by his life too many times before. That night, all Otis could think about was the first time his life passed before his eyes. He was 14 years old. Otis laid in his bed reminiscing. He was helping his older brother and their boss to move some crates for Don Toni. They worked all afternoon until Otis' arms and legs began burning and threatened to quit on him. Almost done Otis' arms gave way and dropped a crate that smashed to the ground and white powder blanketed the alley like a light snow. Immediately, their boss pulled a gun out and began yelling. Otis began to weep, fearing for his life. His brother began apologizing but the stranger to them continued yelling. The commotion attracted a few police officers who began shooting as they saw the gun. Their boss fell the ground and Otis and his brother disappeared out the back of the alley. At 14 years of age, Otis had a gun shoved into his face and experienced a gun fight.
As Otis laid there, he realized how dangerous of a childhood he had. When he slept that night, he dreamt of his childhood, and his father.
As Otis laid there, he realized how dangerous of a childhood he had. When he slept that night, he dreamt of his childhood, and his father.
Wednesday, March 7, 2012
Post 6
"There you are", Otis whispered, spotting the old homeless man that he had seen a few nights before. It was about 11:30 and Otis had been waiting for the old man. He was curious about where the old man stayed and thought that investigating would get his mind off bigger problems. Otis left the Castle Apartments and slowly followed the staggering old man, who was obviously intoxicated. After following the old man's crooked path for what seemed to be hours, Otis caught the old man sneaking into the roller rink. Otis, bewildered, began to follow in but was stopped by a voice. "Hands where I can see 'em!" Otis put his hands in the air and slowly turned around. "Stop turning!" the voice shouted. Otis stopped and felt the barrel of a handgun buried into his back. "Empty your pockets slowly." Otis tried to reason but got nowhere. "Empty your pockets. I don't want to hurt no one." Otis pulled out his wallet and dropped it on the ground. Otis waited a moment and heard his wallet hit the ground and footsteps running in the opposite direction. He turned quickly and saw only a silhouette disappear. "It was only 12 bucks," muttered Otis. Otis left the rink and back to the Castle Apartments.
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