This is a short story that I entered into the Open Book Toronto competition back in December. We were given a prompt, which you can find here. I didn’t end up winning, but it was a fun challenge for me, since I have little experience with writing short stories. Well, I hope you enjoy.
Also, please feel free to give feedback.
It was Kris who was the first to react. He jumped up out of his seat and raced towards the closed door; eyes wide. His friends followed him with their faces pale as the three of them watched the knapsack fade off into the distance.
After Caz got his friends to calm down, Jackie decided to go and find someone who could help them figure out what to do. When she returned, she told the two boys that they had been advised to get off at the next stop and walk back to the other station—this was the train’s last root for the day. “Guys I’m really sorry…I should have kept better track of my things.” Jackie choked as she lowered her head.
As usual Caz tried to sooth her. He was always good at keeping things together. The three of them waited until the train came to a stop. Jackie said that she was told the last station was about an hour’s walk from where they were let off, and if they kept at a steady pace they could get there before it got too dark.
“Hey, let’s try taking a short cut.” Kris suggested a sly smirk crawling across his face. Before the others could protest, Kris had already started off into the alley on his own. He looked over his shoulder and grinned deviously. “You guys coming or what?”
“I guess.” Jackie mumbled following in after him.
Caz hesitated for a moment but stormed after them. “Guys this is dangerous. We don’t know this city very well, and—.”
“Don’t be such a baby.” Kris snickered. He pulled himself up onto the fire exit of an old apartment building and shot Caz a daring look. “Should I jump?”
“You’re an idiot.” Caz spat as Kris climbed up to the second set of stairs. He flashed his friends a devious grin that caused Caz to grit his teeth, “Kris you’re wasting time.”
“Guys, please not another fight.” Jackie choked. Without looking at either of the boys she fled from the alley in tears.
The two boys stopped and looked at one another shamefully. Caz waited for Kris to climb down before the two of them went off to look for their friend.
“Ever since you came along she’s been getting mad at me.” Kris said softly as they scanned the street.
“Maybe if you weren’t such an idiot all the time, she wouldn’t be getting so ticked off?” Caz spat.
“I wouldn’t act like such an idiot if she never told me that she liked you!” Kris’ voice echoed out through the darkness; in front of them stood Jackie alone under the glow of a streetlight. The tear stains on her cheeks added to the flushed look on her face. “Let’s go find my bag.” she mumbled, glaring at Kris. She took Caz by the arm.
Slowly, Kris trudged behind his friends in silence. For once he had nothing to say.