original story - 11 - the joke

by bofa xesjum

bruno was sick of people telling him what to do with his life. he was from a long line of rebels who went their own way.. night had finally fallen. and it was cold outside the brightly lit burger king. nothing had prepared him for this moment. he did not think it was funny, would you? did he really know what he wanted to do with his life? noreen made herself a small plate of crackers and cheese and returned to her chair where her book was waiting for her. nobody understands - they all think it is a big joke. make mine a double, henry repeated. or was that sam? and who was sam, anyway? the glass was empty, whoever it belonged to. the temperature continued to fall. and still nicky did not know the true state of affairs. noreen herself did not know quite what to do with her life. would the night ever end? yes, henry was a hard man. and his glass was still empty. bruno stared through the glass at the happy people chewing on their burgers and fries. a slow rage began to burn within him. who was the joke on? whose glass was empty? i warned them, uncle bob told himself. but they kept telling each other what to do with their lives. that’s cold, brother. i heard that. suddenly -