The Case Of The Jagged Edge

by Benjamin Mark

About the Author: Benjamin Mark has been writing a weekly e-zine for over ten years entitled Tidbits which has a free readership distribution of around 10,000 readers per week around the world. His unpublished and published writing accomplishments are on www.benimark.com. Other short stories have been accepted by Integra, Storyfile, Storgy, Typishly, Dark Ink Press, and Gold Wake Live magazines.

Excerpt

“So here we are again,” said Bartholomew Blunt. “Waiting as usual.”

“True,” said Samuel Sharpe. “But what are we waiting for this time?”

Bartholomew glanced at him with a peculiar look. Did he not understand? They had taken their folding chairs and had decided to sit in the park overlooking the highway, watching the cars whiz by.

“Our dreams,” Bartholomew said. “We’re waiting for our dreams to find us.” He pointed with his chin. “Maybe they’re in one of those cars.”

“Why ‘our’ dreams?” said Samuel. “Why are you lumping your waits with my waits? Maybe we’re waiting for different things, you and I.”

“Of course,” said Bartholomew. “Forgive me. After all, the two of us, we never were or are anywhere near the same. Your hair was black. Mine was ebony. Now we’re both gray. You are five foot ten in height. I top the ruler at seventy-two inches. We’re as different as different can be.”

“Yes,” said Samuel. “And you are a fighter and a jokester and I am a warrior and a humorist. You strike out at the slightest provocation and laugh. I respond with punch to the jaw and a joke to lighten the situation.”

Bartholomew sighed at the contradictions in life as shown to him by Samuel. They had been friends since childhood. “I have to admit I have a tiny flaw,” Bartholomew said.

“And that is …” said Samuel.

“I tend to think that if I think something, then it’s true.”

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