muse_playground Prompt 74
74. I wonder how long it takes to die if you just sit and wait for it.
“What are you doing Hoss?” Billy drew out the name as he approached Delgado sitting on the bench.
“Waiting for death.” He stated not looking away from the street in front of him.
“OOooo. Mandy’s got a WHOOOOLE list of chores for him today.”
Hoss looked over at the boy who was now scooting into the bench next to him. “That’s not what I mean.”
“Grim doesn’t like you. Why are you waiting for him?”
“I’m not waiting for him.” Hoss answered through clenched teeth. His forehead was burning like fire.
“But you said you were waiting for Death.”
“I’m not waiting for Grim.”
“Yes! You are.” The boy insisted.
“No, No I’m not.” Hoss replied.
“Oh yes you are.”
“Am not.”
“Are too.”
“Am not.”
“Are too.”
“Am not.”
“Are too.”
Hoss sighed and stood up abruptly heading for his truck.
“Hoss! Hoss! Where are you going?” Billy ran after once more increasing the burning in Hoss’ head.
“I’ve... I’ve got urgent business somewhere else.” Hoss answered as he climbed into the big, blue machine.
“OH! Can I come too?”
“No!” Delgado slammed the door shut.
“But why?” The boy pouted.
“Because, my idiot chip is burning a hole through my forehead.” Hoss pushed the gas pedal to the floorboards. So much for waiting for death to come, today Hoss would have to go find it himself.
“What are you doing Hoss?” Billy drew out the name as he approached Delgado sitting on the bench.
“Waiting for death.” He stated not looking away from the street in front of him.
“OOooo. Mandy’s got a WHOOOOLE list of chores for him today.”
Hoss looked over at the boy who was now scooting into the bench next to him. “That’s not what I mean.”
“Grim doesn’t like you. Why are you waiting for him?”
“I’m not waiting for him.” Hoss answered through clenched teeth. His forehead was burning like fire.
“But you said you were waiting for Death.”
“I’m not waiting for Grim.”
“Yes! You are.” The boy insisted.
“No, No I’m not.” Hoss replied.
“Oh yes you are.”
“Am not.”
“Are too.”
“Am not.”
“Are too.”
“Am not.”
“Are too.”
Hoss sighed and stood up abruptly heading for his truck.
“Hoss! Hoss! Where are you going?” Billy ran after once more increasing the burning in Hoss’ head.
“I’ve... I’ve got urgent business somewhere else.” Hoss answered as he climbed into the big, blue machine.
“OH! Can I come too?”
“No!” Delgado slammed the door shut.
“But why?” The boy pouted.
“Because, my idiot chip is burning a hole through my forehead.” Hoss pushed the gas pedal to the floorboards. So much for waiting for death to come, today Hoss would have to go find it himself.