Friday 17 April 2015

Short Fiction Stories - Ronald Rock

Ronald Rock sat silently on the edge of Jeff's desk patiently waiting for him to wake up. It was just about noon and he was nevertheless rapid asleep. But what additional may you count on from a 15 year old boy who was beginning to come to be additional interested in girls then playing with Ronald any longer. It had been nearly 3 months considering the fact that the final time they had played collectively but just about every morning Ronald would sit on the edge of that desk and wait for his very most effective pal to wake up.

Jeff stirred beneath the covers and yawned as he started to wake. He sat up, slouching against the head board of his queen size bed and squinted at the midday light wishing it would go away and let him sleep some a lot more. Ronald's feelings heightened as he readied himself for an fascinating day of adventure with Jeff. He just knew that this would be the day that Jeff was going to want to play. He just knew it. Ronald attempted to straighten up tall so that Jeff would be capable to see him but he was restricted, not capable to move anyplace.

Jeff slid his feet off the bed and slipped on his fluffy slippers that sat neatly at the side of his bed. He rose and stretched as tall and as wide as he may possibly all the whilst yawning in the fresh cool midday air. Ronald's anticipation grew as Jeff shuffled sleepily towards his desk nevertheless groggy from becoming awoken so early by the midday sun. Ronald greeted Jeff with a friendly great morning but no sound escaped his mouth. He attempted again, but nonetheless absolutely nothing. What was incorrect with him? He became frightened and desperately attempted to yell out as Jeff walked passed him to his bedroom door. Nonetheless absolutely nothing. Ronald struggled to turn and jump off the desk and run following Jeff as he shuffled down the hall but to no avail. Defeated, Ronald's heart sank to the floor and sadness overtook him. He knew that these days, he would not get to play with Jeff.

Ronald Rock, Jeff's pet rock, forgotten and gathering dust sat there as the sun rose and fell just about every day going via the exact same routine day in and day out. Usually hoping for his opportunity to play but understanding in his heart of hearts that that day might never come.

David Lawton

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