Short-short Story: Graduation

April 1st, 2005

Since this is a place for me to write and for you to comment, I will occasionally take the opporunity to post things I’ve written, little bits of short stories that either never panned out or just ended too soon. Right now is one of those opportunities. I ended up doing more with Ron (the main character in this bit), but this little section might just stand on its own.

INSPIRATION: My high school graduation night was spent at Manresa State Beach, watching the waves flow in, playing my guitar if I remember correctly, and enjoying the time away from the maddening crowd.

Written: 07.02.03

He left graduation with a smile on his face, as we all do, but his smile had a different meaning. I’m finally done with all these bastards, he thought.

“Hey! Wait up!” It was Steve Powell.

Ron walked just a bit slower, but not much. By the time Steve caught up, they were almost off campus.

“So, are you going to grad. night?”

The prospect of being locked in the gym from eight at night to six in the morning made Ron’s stomach churn.

“Uh…no,” he said, with a slight laugh.

“Oh. That’s too bad. It would have been fun to hang out with you”

Then where have you been for the last four years, if I’m so fun? He thought it, but even Ron didn’t have the guts to say it out loud.

“Yeah. Well…” What more was there to say? High school had ended. Some wanted to make it last for another 10 hours, locking inside the school gym-turned-dancehall. Ron didn’t. Time to move on.

“Listen. I’ll see you over the summer. I put my number in your yearbook. Call me.”

“Yeah. Right.” Ron couldn’t get to the beach soon enough.


They never talked to each other again.

One comment on “Short-short Story: Graduation”

  1. Kris Says:

    Wow. This hum short story is not that bad but i think that there could of been more detail to it. One thing is why they didn’t talked to each other but other then that i think that the short story is good.

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