It is better to be violent, if there is violence in our hearts, than to put on the cloak of nonviolence to cover impotence.
Mahatma Gandhi (1869 – 1948)
The word limit is 300. Come back Friday to link up and let us see those sparks fly.
“You ain't been here in five days! You ain’t paid your rent in two weeks! I don’t give a hoot who you daddy is, you’re out!”
A male voice yelled back, “Look you old bitch, I signed a lease, you cant throw me out! My daddy’ll pay up my rent. I gotta get ready for work. So, you…”
Missy cut him off, “work where boy? You find a new job these last five days? Cause if you think you still gotta job at the Kitchen, you are mistaken!”
“Shit”, Jonah headed down the stairs. “Missy McKay! You need help?” He turned to the younger man, “You have a problem, kid?”
The boy glared at him, “What the fuck do you care?”
‘I care that you are threatening my land lady. I’m pretty sure I heard her tell you, you’ve been evicted.”
“Then you heard me tell her I signed a fucking lease and she can’t throw me out”
“Yes she can. You broke your lease by not paying your rent on time.” Jonah watched Missy back into the room behind her, he hoped she was going for a phone.
“Who the hell are you anyway?”
“Why, I’m the new dish washer at Katrina’s Kitchen.” Jonah continued to bait the boy, “Seems her help isn’t responsible enough to show up, and you’re going to make me late for work, kid.”
This took the boy by surprise. “Like hell you are! That’s my job! Do you know who I am, asshole? I’m Ben Marshall, my daddy owns the grocery in this this town!”
Missy returned with a phone at her ear, “Denny Clark, you get yourself over to my place! Benny is back and in a bad mood.” She turned to Ben, “the sheriff is on his way, boy. We’ll see how impressed with your daddy he is.”