A Sunday Short: The Promise
The cage around the forty watt light cast weak shadows on the walls. They’d retreated as far as the scourge that had become their fates allowed. Too little, far too late.“Is that them, Sammy?”
“Might be.” It definitely was but Benny didn’t need to know that.
“But they’ll come, won’t they?”
Yes, yes they’ll come. They had righteousness and a purpose now. And proof. He should have known better, but sometimes you just didn’t think. That was on him because he knew things Benny didn’t.
They called him a little slow, him and Benny both, but they didn’t know nuthing about nuthing. They’d been lookin’ for reasons, they found them, and him and Bennie was too far gone in each other’s skin to care.
“Sammy, I’m not one, am I? A perv?”
“No. Why do you think—”
“God doesn’t love a perv.”
“God loves you, Benny.” He tucked Benny’s head into his shoulder and watched, waiting. They were close.
“Not as much as you, Sammy.” He was getting sleepy. It wouldn’t be much longer. “Will you be here when I wake up?”
“Yeah, Benny, you ’n me, together.”
“Forever? You promise?”
“I promise, Benny, I pro—”
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