Thursday, August 24, 2006
New Beginning 88
By the time the Obesity Police knocked on Trini’s door he was already in an Obee safe house, this one in the basement of a long abandoned apartment building deep in the burned out section of Old Detroit. He sat alone at an old school desk eating the day’s free lunch - week old doughnuts and stolen Coke. Although the August day was unusually hot and humid, the basement remained cool and comfortable. There were half a dozen other people in the large room. Trini watched them in silence, trying to guess who was an Obee and who was an Indie. It was easy to assume the fat ones were all Obees and the others were Indies, but that wasn’t always true. Trini thought himself an independent even though the Bureau of Body Mass Index considered him at the low end of obesity. There might even be an undercover Rexic in the group. At least the Rexics let you have their food. The damned Leemies would eat theirs and yours too, and then spew it all over the room.
One of the others sidled up to him. "Hey, man. Trade you a cream-filled for a jelly."
"Deal." Trini gave him a raspberry-filled doughnut. "How long you been out?" he asked the man.
"Three months. My brother . . . not so lucky . . . " He looked at the floor. "They got him for cheesecake. Cheesecake, man!"
Trini bowed his head. "Poor bastard," he said. "Nobody comes back from cheesecake."
Opening: Edd Tury.....Continuation: Feisty/Novelust