Thomas Carlos Smith: A Short Story

A gentle breeze swept through the uncannily quiet town usually bustling with life and activity. The sky smothered the earth with a spotless blanket. Blistering heat made its way through the covering of the clouds and oiled the earth as if it was ready to fry an egg. Within the dull slumber of this Tuesday morning, all that could be heard were the words “help me, please somebody help me!” slicing through the thick air like a stab in the side. A stampede of thoughts trampled through my mind with more and more concern after each passing second. Who could’ve been yelling? Why were they yelling? Where were they? Then, a sudden blast of reality hit me. “I am just hearing things”, I said to myself. “I just need to clear my head and focus on getting to Mr. Walter …show more content…
I live in a small community where everyone knows everyone… The kind of place where I can trust anyone about anything, anywhere, at any time. My name is Thomas Carlos Smith. Some people call me Tom for short, but the one thing I could always trust is that I always had a helping hand from the community. It’s just who “we” are.
“That voice; did I really imagine it? Well, whatever it is it’s probably too big of an issue for me to handle. After all, I’m only a boy”, Thomas stated hesitantly. I am going to my apprenticeship to become a newspaper writer for the biggest company in all of southern Luxembourg, “The Times” This kind of training cost a pretty penny; five dollars a year to be exact I’ve been under the guidance of Mr. Walter for almost two years now and not a single day has gone by without me thinking of what a kind, wise man he was and still is in the face of all of my wrongs. It is because that man, that I believe I choose to do what I did. The grocery store was right around the block and mother wanted me to pick up so bread anyway, so I was going to check out those noises even though I had a strong feeling it was all in my head. I raced full steam