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|Larry (standard:other, 1733 words)|
|Author: Pitter Pat||Added: Jun 26 2003||Views/Reads: 2133/1182||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|An edit - The story of a young man who tries to do right, but doesn't go about it in a socially acceptable way. Comments and edits are welcome|
In the small town square, Larry sat alone on a wooden park bench. The faded paint and weather worn graffiti amplified Larry's distraught mood. He stared at Mr. Walker's grocery store across the street. The faded sign, WALKER'S GROCERY had hung there since the store opened in the sixties. ‘Mr. Walker has done much for our community,' thought Larry as he remember the benefit Mr. Walker had sponsored for Billy Chapman when he needed surgery and had no money. ‘People come from miles around to shop in his store because of his friendly service and fair prices.' Larry shook his head and slowly rose. He could no longer stand the gnawing hunger swelling in his stomach. Knowing of no other way to satisfy his hunger, Larry slowly walked toward the intersection with his hands in his pant pockets and his head hung low. As he stood waiting for the crossing light to flash WALK, Larry nervously shifted from foot to foot. His thin faded blue jacket was no match for the brisk fall wind that chilled him. As the traffic sped by, Larry tried not to think of what he was about to do. Mr. Ellis's flashy red truck squealed to a stop as the crossing light flashed WALK. Crossing the two-lane street in front of the anxious driver, Larry wondered, ‘How does he do it? He hasn't worked a day in the past five years nor has he looked for a job, but there he sits in a new truck.' Larry slowly walked through the grocery store's automatic doors, his eyes stopping for a moment on the metal detectors. ‘If he only knew how easy it is to take things from his store...' Larry walked through the store aisles searching for Mr. Walker. He spotted him through the open storeroom door and entered. Beads of sweat were pouring down Mr. Walker's face as he moved boxes from the delivery door to a neatly stacked group of boxes against the far wall. “Hi Mr. Walker, how's it going today?” Larry asked trying to sound casual. “The work here is never done, I have to get this stuff out of the doorway before the next truck comes,” he said without stopping his work. Larry took off his jacket and helped move the boxes. After working for a half hour, the job was complete. Mr. Walker pulled a dirty handkerchief from his pocket and wiped his brow. “Thank you, kid, you were a great help.” Larry lowered his head and took a deep breath gathering all the courage he could find. He looked deeply into Mr. Walker's eyes, “you know how bad I need a job. I'm a good worker.” Mr. Walker turned away, “we've been through this many times, Larry. I've explained why I can't hire you. This is a small town. People wouldn't take kindly to seeing you work here. I'd lose business. Times are hard and I have a family to feed, I can't afford to lose business.” Larry nervously pulled at the string on his worn jacket and softly continued, “it's not my fault my brother's anger made him do wrong. I had nothing to do with him killing that man. I would never do anything like that.” His eyes moistened, “Johnny made a mistake after mom and dad were killed in the car accident. Their death is not an excuse, it's just that he was so angry...” He hesitated fighting back the tears; “I need a job so I can feed myself. I don't need much. I'd gladly work in the backroom and stay out of sight or work after the store is closed stocking shelves. “I just can't do it,” Mr. Walker said with a sympathetic look. “You need to move on boy. No one in this town is going to hire you. There is nothing holding you here anymore. Charlie Jenkins is never going to let you see his daughter again, you should know that by now.” Larry sadly nodded. “Relocate far away from here and find yourself a new life where no one is familiar with the Logan name.” Larry watched Mr. Walker as he turned and walked into the main part of the store. Larry put on his jacket and followed into the store, stopping at the refrigeration section. He carefully checked the prices and picked up the cheapest brand of lunchmeat. He carried it to the Click here to read the rest of this story (104 more lines)
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