Billy Kidd
Crumpled note found on floor near
Buddy Charles’ locker
Hey,
Buddy,
That
new Brian kid rides my bus. Last night I went to sit—you know where I always
sit—and that kid was in my seat. I didn’t do nothing. (He’s big.) Or say
nothing. (Same reason.) But I figured I’d sit beside him. Be friendly. Never
hurts to have a buffalo for a friend.
But
this kid looked at me—didn’t say nothing, just looked—so I moseyed on down the aisle & found another place to
graze, next to Mercury, who’s nice to everybody because you kinda have to be,
working in the office & all.
And
she’s like, “Billy, why aren’t you in your seat?” I point my thumb back over my
shoulder. She looks, then goes “Oh. Him
I met today.” I’m silent as a desert night. Then she’s like, “Guess we’ll be sitting together …
for now.”
“Reckon
so,” I say.
No comments:
Post a Comment