Shiftlet: A Narrative Fiction

Shiftlet took off down a dirt road that was impeded with thick weeds. His stump dangled out the window and his one steady hand grabbed the wheel so tight his knuckles turned white. Dark clouds formed above his head as if God had personally came down to punish him. “Oh Gawd, please don't spite me” Shitlet repeated, to the point of insanity. The clouds grew darker with each tire spin of the car. Alone with his thoughts, Shiftlet began to picture Lucynell. He saw her pink-gold hair, her crystal blue eyes and the way they’d sparkle if the sun hit them just right. Heavy rain began to pour out of the watchful clouds, as if someone had been ringing out a soaking wet towel. Edging his stumb back inside the window, Shiflet skidded to the side of the road. The dust from the untouched side street had jetted up in the sudden …show more content…
She woke when she felt a cool rush of water dripping down her neck. The young buss boy had been applying cool towels in hopes she would wake. “Gosh, lady I thought yous was dead!” The buss boy exclaimed. Lucynells pink-gold hair was matted down to her skull, the water had turned it into an auburn color. Lucynell looked up and down hoping for the familiar, yet sharp face. Nothing. She began thrusting in her seat, turning, kicking and pounding on the counter with her fat hands. The ham and grits that had once been fresh and steaming now had flies slowly nibbling away at each morsel. The buss boy suddenly backed up, he didn't know how to handle this. ‘Hey lady! What's wrong?!” he shouted far back so they she couldn't hurt him. It had been around 1 a.m and the buss was locking up for the night. Lucynell was having a fit falling off of her chair, and colliding with the ground. She laid there, sprawled across the checkered printed floor. The buss boy not wanting to be involved, darted out of the dinner. The push door swung back and forth sending a gust wind that ingawled the buss boy. Lucynell sat there.