Holding Back
PostPosted: Fri May 26, 2006 5:41 pm
This is the rough draft, and I don't plan to do much with this story. It was simply something I felt like doing, for practice for another scene very similar to this one. Anway, what do you think?
Holding Back
The boy tugged at his shirt collar, solemnly listening to the pastor close the funeral. When he finished speaking, the boy turned and walked away. The stuffiness was too much for him to take; he didn’t want to be here to start with. He would much rather be at home alone, with some time to think.
It had been 4 days since the wreck. He had never seen it coming, and neither had his girlfriend. The thought caused him to stiffen – why was he alive and she not? It just wasn’t fair. The boy clenched his fists to hold back the tears. He would have given anything to see her one last time before that.
A sound in front of him caused him to glance up. His best friend was standing in front of him, looking unusually stern.
“Why are you holding back?â€
Holding Back
The boy tugged at his shirt collar, solemnly listening to the pastor close the funeral. When he finished speaking, the boy turned and walked away. The stuffiness was too much for him to take; he didn’t want to be here to start with. He would much rather be at home alone, with some time to think.
It had been 4 days since the wreck. He had never seen it coming, and neither had his girlfriend. The thought caused him to stiffen – why was he alive and she not? It just wasn’t fair. The boy clenched his fists to hold back the tears. He would have given anything to see her one last time before that.
A sound in front of him caused him to glance up. His best friend was standing in front of him, looking unusually stern.
“Why are you holding back?â€