By: Jena Isle
Left!
Right!
Left!
Right!
I commanded my bare feet to keep running.
My footsteps echoed ominously in the deserted, asphalted street. Rivulets of sweat were trickling down my grimy face; down my eyes, marring my vision.
Just one more corner and I’ll be safe. Please God, if you’re really out there, just this once, help me!
“Over here,” an angry voice startled me. I could hear their footsteps closing in, from the distance.
I made one, last turn and there it was – my sanctuary! I lifted the small window, wiggled my way through the small opening, and tumbled unceremoniously down the cold, damp floor below.
My sore muscles groaned as I rolled over to cushion the impact of my fall. I tried to catch my breath as I lay down there winded.
Just then, a voice above me thundered, “Where has he gone?”
“Go on, down the street, he might manage to escape.”
There was a shuffle.
“Wait, there’s an opened window here…”
I cringed as his voice came from the small opening where I had slipped in minutes ago.
” I can’t see a thing, do you have a light?’
“Here,” I heard the second man speak in a guttural voice.
I held my breath and waited for the moment of discovery.
There was a tiny flicker of light above me. My teeth were chattering so badly, I was afraid they could hear it.
“How am I supposed to see with a lighter?’ the first man was definitely irked.
“Hey, come on, he couldn’t possibly slip in there, it’s too dark and high. Can’t you hear the rats scampering? He would be screaming in pain and fright right now, if he did.”
I kept still with my head resting on the concrete, damp floor. I willed my body to stop trembling. The rats skittered around in confusion, disturbed by my intrusion.
“We have to be sure! These pesky snatchers should be given a lesson.”
The man attempted to bring the lighter farther down the window, but it was extinguished before he could do so.
The man cursed and stomped his feet in frustration. “If I see that wee shite – I’m going to waste him.”
“I don’t think he’s down there, c’mon,” the younger voice called out.
These men were out to grind me into tiny morsels of useless meat, ready to cook and be gobbled up for their party.
There was a grunt as the second man finally stood up, and I could hear the sound of their running footsteps fading away in the stillness of the night.
I slumped in relief and would have laughed out loud if I had the strength, but I was like a deflated balloon.
I remained supine for a few minutes and basked in the feeling of freedom.
I should thank my “rat friends”. They were as unruly as ever. They never bit me though; perhaps they recognized me by my smell. We share the same stink I believe, there was no water to be able to take a daily bath.
But I have an advantage over them; I took long luxurious baths in Armando’s bath tub, whenever I came up with a “find” (our code word for stolen goods), while they wallowed in this dilapidated room, day in and day out.
Armando was our big boss. We all reported to him whenever we had a “find”.
“Use your eyes, ” he would goad us. “There are many out there. Be sure you won’t get caught!”
Sometimes, when one of us got unlucky, Armando would be in the police precinct in a jiffy. They called him “cap” in that police station and saluted him. I wonder why they did as he had never worn a police uniform.
Almost always they released whoever was caught; after Armando had a drinking spree with them.
My friends and I were scared of Armando because he was enormous and had an ugly, angry scar on his right cheek. The oldest of our group was 12, but he never challenged Armando. We all knew he was our savior! He provided us a roof over our heads and food when we didn’t have any “find.” I was the youngest of the lot at 9 and I was also the skinniest but the most voracious.
I don’t know why my small stomach needed so much food, I was always hungry. Whenever I asked an additional piece of bread from Armando he would snap at me; “Sell more plastic bags and get your “find”. When you do, you can eat up to your heart’s content.”
I chose my clients very well. Those overly-dressed people who scorned at me and cursed me; “Get away from me you stinking rat,” and I was just asking for some spare change to buy food.
I had sold only five plastic bags today and what I earned, could only buy me a piece of candy. I and my friends would sniff “rugby” to forget our hunger pangs. People used rugby as a glue but we utilized it as a drug. We would pour small portions of it in a plastic bag and inhale it until we felt numb and no longer feel our stomachs growling.
It was during times like these, that mother’s memories assailed me: “Always remember the Golden Rule,” she had said and although I was skeptical of it, I tried hard to observe this tenet. It was harder to believe in it when mother passed away.
The pain of my loss had grown hazy now, just a dull gnawing stab of nostalgia whenever I recall my moments with her.
Mother died when a speeding truck hit her in the middle of the road. The heartless driver did not even bother to stop. Father died a month later, some helpful neighbors had helped me out with his burial.
The owner of
My neighbors were in the same miserable, indigent state as I was, so there was no help for food and lodging from that corner. Their shanties were not enough to house their own big families – much more to feed them.
So I sold whatever belongings were left and came up with a small amount to buy food for several days until it was gone, pffft…nada… and I was forced to join the street children.
Now my body has grown warmer. I would have to stay for the night here. Those men would still be scouring the streets.
I moved to the farthest corner of the room where I cannot be seen from the window and rested my head on a box.
Slowly I opened my hand to reveal the gleaming bracelet. It was an 18 carat gold! Armando would be proud of me!
Tomorrow, I will have a luxurious, warm bath in his tub and will be clean shaven.
Buying a new pair of slippers is a wonderful idea too, and clothes to match.
I’m certain no one would recognize me in my spanking new haircut, grease-free face, and respectable appearance.
I really look forward to tomorrow!
And by the way, my name is Miguelito!
Photo 1 by René Ehrhardt
( I am thinking of expanding it to a novelette).
Gripping story, Jena. You are a master of suspense. I like the topical ending too.
Hi Jean,
Thanks a lot for those generous words. I appreciate it a lot. Looking forward to read your posts.
Happy new year!
Wishing you a happy, healthy, prosperous, and amazing 2009!
peace,
mike
livelife365
Happy New Year!
Hi Mike,
I wish the same for you. Happy new year too!
Wishing you a Prosperous New Year!
Hi Jena,
In response to your post at my website (as I don’t have anywhere else to contact you), I would be happy to include a post for your book. Just let me know what you want. Also, I wanted to update you on the Helium situation. I did as you suggested and resubmitted my article. Almost immediately I heard from them regarding the FIRST article (I renamed it) I sent–that it was too much like another article and they wanted me to resubmit the first article. I read the article that was considered too similar and it was ONE side of a debate. My first article discussed both sides of the debate. I didn’t see how I could submit it as they wanted either one side or another, so I am giving up with them. Not this much hassle at AC.
Hi Patricia,
you could try other topics, browse in their writing contests, perhaps you can see a title you like.
Good luck.
Hi Ned,
Thanks, you too. God bless.
A very clever ending Jen. So what’s he up to next?!
P1kef1sh
Hello P1,
Well, he has to mend his ways eventually. I hope someone adopts him. Crimes does not pay. lol…
Thanks for reading. Good luck with helium.
I mean CRIME does not pay. These keypads are acting up again.lol
Wonderful post Jena. I really enjoyed reading it. I also look forward to your future post. Have Happy New Year!!
Hi Jena,
Impressive short story. I liked it very much. I also like the way you integrated the ending with the New Year. And the very ending sentence, “And by the way, my name is Miguelito!” gives the ending a nice touch.
Happy New Year!
Tasha
Hello and thank you for your comments on my blog. I wish you a succesful new year and I hope you come closer to the goals you have. Take care
Hi Trail,
Thanks, have a happy new year too. I look forward to your posts too. May you have a successful 2009
Hi Tasha,
I’m glad the novelist likes it…lol… coming from you, it gives me a warm feeling, thanks. I wish you success too this coming 2009
Hi Jenn,
I wish you the same, may your goals all be fulfilled this 2009. God bless.
Happy new year to you guys.
Ah, this is *very* good Jena. Your best yet, I would safely say. By setting it in the midst of the chase, it has an immediacy about it which allows the boy’s story to be told without losing the tension.
Brilliant!
Hi Ken,
I’m chuffed. (your expression), truly I am. Coming from you, the master, means so much to me. I thought I had lost it. Thanks for those generous words. I appreciate your taking time to read it.
May you succeed more this year 2009. God bless.
nice blog, im visiting you
Dear jena, a masterpiece, a truel gem. I like the reasoning about the rats, that they won’t bit because they remember the smell. The suspense hooked me from the beginning and for a moment, I felt like miguelito….Thanks jena
Hi review me,
Happy new year.
Hi Ray,
Thanks for those generous words. I will be changing the title as it is not apt..lol..
I’m glad you have felt the suspense. I hope you had an enjoyable holiday. Happy new year to you, take care and God bless.
how clever! you finished a story and yet, somehow I feel that there might be a continuation to this.
I’ve seen those ‘rugby boys’ and I have to admit I am not comfortable with them walking around the city. It’s amazing how you probed into their minds.
The story you narrated is not very far from the truth.
Congratulations!
Hi Roy,
Yes, I got the idea from those rugby boys, and I heard some stories from a few of them.lol..
Thanks for reading and for kind words.
Best regards.
This is really well done Jena! It pulls the reader in immediately, and keeps the tension building. I like that it deals with very real issues that most tend to ignore. I also like how you fit in a reference to the Golden Rule
. I hope it’s just the first installment of a continuing story. I want to learn more about Miguelito.
Hi Francis,
Thanks for the kind words. I appreciate it a lot. This was meant for a short story really. I’ll think about turning it into a novel as my first one is still unfinished..lol…I need a push in that venture…lol…
Thanks for all the support and encouragement. God bless.
thanks for sharing this very interesting post
cushion running shoe
That’s really cool.
Hi unmth,
Thanks and happy blogging.
Hi yeckee,
Thanks and best regards.
Impressive writing! Though this is fictional, it is sadly the life story of most of our street children. I said a silent prayer for a happier ending for kids like him!
Great site and I will be coming back for more!
Hi Dinah,
Yes, this is a truth denied by many. Thanks for those generous words. happy blogging.
Wow, what a story. Suspenseful and sad and engaging. Good job!
Hi Wendy, I’m glad you find it suspenseful. Thanks and happy blogging.
Jena Isle
I was half expecting tragedy from this story. hehehe. Maybe I woke up from the wrong side of the bed today.
This story is so heart pounding. I felt like I was Miguelito.
Okay, where can I sign up for a summer class in story telling?
Z
Hi Z,
Thanks, you could write one yourself. You’re a good story-teller too.
God bless.
Cool story. I like Miguelitto!
peace,
mike
livelife365
Hi Mike,
This is one of your rare visits and I appreciate it a lot. Thanks for your kind words. God bless.
Hello Jena. Read the piece. To say the least, its well written.
when u enlarge it, u can keep a better link. i dont mean u have not kept it of course. i could pick just one instance- the advice of mom.
in an enlarged version filling such a gap would be better perhaps.
Really impressed by all the details of the life of a street child that you have given in the article.
Hi Sumit,
I’m absolutely honored by your visit. And your feedback is well appreciated. I will remember your pointer when I re-write.
Thanks again and do click the home button to read all the other articles.
Regards and all the best!
Hi Jena!
Congratulations!
your story is included in the top pick for the week!
Hi Roy,
Thanks, you too congrats, you’re ranked 3, wow! Keep writing.
my earlier comment was actually for this story.
I love the suspense that you create in your stories.
Hello L Venkata,
Thanks and happy blog hopping.