Brent FrysingerAllen’s Pledge
By Brent Frysinger

“Gram you’re lazy,” Amber said. “You’re a procrastinator, you have no motivation to do anything,” as she rolled over.

Gram quickly thought to himself, “I have plenty of motivation to to screw you,” gesturing the middle finger with her back turned.
“Yes I know I need to drop off this package.” Replying back.

Amber was lying in bed in their bedroom, as he exited, making his way to the garage. Not before peaking in on his, “little monster” in the other room. He was sleeping in this morning. “Thank God!” Gram thought.

Gram Tyson ran an online business, and worked along side with eBay. It kept food on the table but he was always doing side jobs in photography for extra money.

The garage was packed full of stuff. Gram pressed the button for the door, to open up some space. The sun was “a little perky” this morning, Gram thought. Rummaging through his keep, he found the package, that was wrapped up last night.

Just then, he gazed up to notice his neighbor Cindy, backing up out of her driveway. She looked in a rush, swinging her car in a jerking, fast motion. “Must be late this morning,” Gram uttered out. Also noticing that she was looking down at her phone at the same time.

Just as he turned away and reached for the garage door button, he heard an eerie screech and a slight thud. A sound any automobile driver was very familiar with. Gram hustled his way to the driveway when he met, in the distance, an hysterical screaming lady; with her eyes wide, all white.

Gram ran up faintly surprised. Some cars were blocking his view, as he approached the direction the crazed woman ran to. Cindy and the lady Gram had never met before, were both hovering over a mangled little boy.

It didn’t appear the boy was breathing. Without a flinch of hesitation, Gram knew just what to do, for he had taking medical classes a few years back.
“Step aside mam,” he said in a respectful, heroic tone.

He was already on his back, head slightly turned. He began to give him CPR. He had two ladies behind him crying rivers. The lady began to shout and push Cindy, “How could you do this’? As Gram remained calm.

Just then, the boy began to breathe, making snorting sounds.
“Call 911, hurry”, Gram panicked out. Cindy volunteered.
Gram made sure there were no bleeding outs, and sharp bones. There was no need for a tourniquet, Gram was relieved to know.

Before they knew it all the emergency personnel arrived.
“Oh my God Gram,’ Cindy exclaimed.
“Cindy I saw you.”
“What do you mean?” Cindy replied.
“I saw you on your phone. I have to tell the police that.”
“What if it was Gram, JR. Cindy?”

Gram had realized that he had seen the boy before. He came to play with his son. His name was Allen.

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6 thoughts on “Short Story – Allen’s Pledge By Brent Frysinger

  • 27/01/2012 at 10:24 am
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    Spot the spelling mistake – Gram made sure their were no bleeding outs, and sharp bones. Otherwise, entertaining. :)

  • 27/01/2012 at 10:09 pm
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    I should have taken my time. This is the first time I’ve done this. A little nervous. Should have got an appropriate picture. Thank you for the kind words though.

    • 28/01/2012 at 10:46 am
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      Not to worry Brent, we all make them. Just keep writing my friend. :)

  • 27/01/2012 at 10:14 pm
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    This a forum that promotes writing and learning about writing Brent. So I very much hope it has been that for you and I’m sure many readers will look forward to from more from you. Keep at it and the only way is up! And continue to enjoy writing.

    • 27/01/2012 at 11:12 pm
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      Thank you Derek, you are an awesome writer. Your words of encouragement are taken to my heart.

      • 28/01/2012 at 9:39 am
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        You’ll get there Brent. And it’s funny. I don’t see any little typos in your story anymore. Perhaps the proof reading pixies visited overnight!

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