Young Writers Society

I’m Thomas. What’s your name?” He absentmindedly asks, his attention mostly focused on George.

“I’m Luke.” Thomas’s head jerks upward.

“You’re the boy who…” He makes the motion of firing a gun, with a little ‘bang’ in it for dramitazation effects. I look down, uncomfortable.

“Yes.” Now, apparently unimpressed, he turns back to the worm.

“That mussa been scary.”