Cupid was at it again in the lonely heart of Jay Richmond. Never in his fifteen years of existence had he been a romantic person but something rattled in the galley of his stomach. Some call it “butterflies,” some call it “nerves.” Jay simply referred to it as the agonizing pain that is love.
As he willed the clock hands to three thirty the school bell rung as usual. Jay took a left outside room 107 as usual and proceeded down the many lockers to the one marked 214, as usual. Before he opened his grey locker as usual, Jay did something, unusual. He looked to his left, looked to his right, then back to the left.
The coast cleared and Jay began to twist the numbers. With his usual kick to the lower left side of the metallic cube the single swinging door opened. Inside was something Jay had never in a million years hoped to see inside his locker. Never in a thousand days would he have thought to have spent four weeks of his precious shop class time secretly making the object. Inside his locker sat an unusual shaped box with “Abby” delicately carved into the top.
Paul Weber, from Missoula, Montana, is a graduate of The University of Montana in Elementary Education. He writes that, "Rather than getting a teaching job fresh out of the academic factory I decided to travel. It is my firm belief that in order to teach about the world I must see it first. I was born in Missoula Montana but have found myself entering this writing contest in New Zealand (Mt. Maunganui)."
© 2008 Paul Weber. Original for CCF (Weber grants CCF first electronic rights for one month; CCF may archive the material indefinitely and include it in an eBook anthology).
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