short story

Eleven Doubting Destiny

Photography from Vintage Everyday South Bronx 1970

Feeling the change and small bills in my pocket, what can I  buy for dinner?  My little brother walks beside.  I can tell he’s watching me think.  Hmmm, I could check the Cuchifritos on Brook Avenue, but it’s way too cold to walk.  How do I get enough food for everybody with $9.45?  Sometimes I wonder why mom thinks I know what to do?  I so don’t. I wish she’d left me home with my sick little sisters and figured this out for herself.

I take a deep breathe and feel bad, mom’s nose was running too.  She has a fever.  I see Kentucky Fried Chicken ahead, maybe there?  I hate it there though, scary men like to hang out at tables. They smell like the garbage behind my building.  They stare.  My brother holds my hand as we cross the street.  Joey’s finger’s are freezing!  Shit, have no choice.  Wonder if I will ever have a choice?  Ms. Calabrese talked about destiny, a new vocabulary word.  I think for me, it will stay a vocabulary word.

©2017 E. R. Smith

 

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10 comments

    1. I’m ok, that eleven year old turned out pretty well. This was my first effort in trying to explain the past. I’m glad the tone was right. I appreciate your comment. It will help me tell more stories.

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