My next book is a collection of short stories that the publisher, Mike, has promised would be out in the spring. I sincerely hope this will, indeed, be true. For today’s Blog I thought I would give a little teaser to one of the stories: A Death of Convenience. This story takes its inspiration from the rash of robberies that have hit these stores more and more. I thought about the punks who rob them, the clerks who work in these places for pittance wages and the choices they have in any life threatening situation.
Here is a taste of this next book. You can let your imagination take the story where you will. Look for this book by S. M. Senden soon from Second Wind Books. My other publications include Clara’s Wish and Lethal Boundaries.
A Death of Convenience
Jerry Wall peered through the heavy cloud of smoke that haloed about his head as the three teenagers made their way to the door of Cathy’s Convenience Store where he worked the graveyard shift. He hated the punks who came out after dark like grimy rats climbing out of the sewers. They were usually prowling for trouble dressed in their pseudo gang-style clothes of torn t-shirts with skulls, fake blood spatter and dirty words emblazoned on the front, and scuffed pants falling down from their hips revealing soiled underwear. Worst of all, their hairy butts were exposed too. Their profusely tattooed bodies complimented by multiple body piercings. As Jerry exhaled, then sucked more smoke into his lungs he wondered what female in her right mind would find any of these punks attractive.
Jerry wished he could have been more like Clint Eastwood and tell the kids: “Go ahead, make my day,” before blasting their sorry little asses to kingdom come as they deserved. But Jerry knew he qualified as a first class wimp. He’d always been afraid of confrontation so he endured their taunts and insults and even turned a blind eye to their petty thievery rather than confront any of them.
It wasn’t worth his life.
The three punks pushed open the door and stood in the doorway looking around as if the world owed them something. Jerry had seen so many young thugs think they were entitled to something just because they were breathing. He also knew that attitude would catch up with them one day.