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Product of Culture – Colesmiths Bk 1: Prologue (Page 5)
Copyright 2010 By James Lynch Jr.
Mark Titus Colesmith, of adolescence age, dropped his bag of potatoes as his sister Sophia approached running home crying. He did not have to ask who or what caused her to cry, so he immediately asked, “Where are they?”
“There.” Little Sophia pointed down the street.
As Mark walked in a controlled manner down the dirt road he started whispering to himself. “Why are those boys picking on my sister? I know Grandpa would be mad to see her crying. I have to stop them from picking on her.” Mark approached the three teenage boys that were older than him by a year at least. He stated in a slow and low tone, “Stop picking on my sister.”
The so called “ten cent city slicker” as Grandpa referenced him, who was the Alpha bully stated, “You make me!”
After hearing the ten cent city slicker’s words, Mark, who may have been slow in tongue, was quick in actions. He threw the first punch to an unsuspecting stomach of his now enemy. The self-promoted bully hit the ground and there was no getting up from the pain. The other two…
Copyright 2010 By James Lynch Jr.
Commentary
A boy drops everything — literal potatoes — when his sister comes home in tears. He doesn’t hesitate. He doesn’t ask questions. He moves. There is something raw and familiar about this moment: the oldest story there is. The smaller kid standing up to the bigger ones, not because he’s sure he’ll win, but because someone he loves is hurt. Mark walks down that dirt road with a controlled quietness that says more about him than any words could. And when he speaks, his tongue may be slow — but his hands are fast. That line lands like a fist itself.
Commentary Notes and Pictures By Kartistry of James Poeartistry Productions