“Jim!” I shouted. The doofus left the field without me and Squidge – what could he be thinking? After soccer came snowcones – that is the vow all the moms make. To have a mom that broke this sacred tradition is to openly announce that one is uncool to the max. “Where you going, man?”
He turned around. “Uh, dentist, man. Dentist, yeah.”
I rolled my eyes. “Dude, your mom’s not even here. Just chill – why you want to get to the dentist so fast? Come get snowcones, bro!”
He pretended like he couldn’t hear me and kept walking.
That was a long time ago, though. If I’d kept my mouth shut over a $1 snowcone, Jim’s shoes wouldn’t have been noticed the next day at school. If I’d just let his dentist excuse fly, maybe he’d have more friends.
I hear there’s free snowcones in heaven, Jim.
This depressing mutha was written for the Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers #200. Thanks to Yinglan, provider of the picture!
This was not a true story, but I think most people have those moments where they regret what a dirtbag they were when they were younger. I know who my ‘Jim’ was.