Escaping Boredom

Seven

Franky, after just eating less than an hour previous, didn’t start to eat like his friends, but instead put his loaf in his bag, saving it for later.

The boys walked down the streets, eating in silence. Smiles stretched across their grimy faces as thoughts of pure pleasure filled their minds. They thought not only about the delicious food they were currently consuming but also at the prospect of being able to spend the night in a proper bed.

The late afternoon quickly turned into evening as the sun declined across the skyline and cast a cover of black across the boy’s eyes.

The four of them walked the streets looking for a cheap hotel to spend the night. After strolling for a half hour, they finally came across a small hotel that was inexpensive enough to allow them to save a few of their dollars to later. 

The hotel was an insignificant two stories with small rooms. Each boy booked his own room for a dollar a piece; a bargain in to their enlarged wallets.  The rooms were small with only a bed with scratchy covers and

After they reserved their rooms, they decided to saunter around New York, taking in their free time with the war celebrations that carried out late into the night.

Nonchalantly, Franky said, “I met a girl today.”  He stuffed his hands into his pockets. Hanging his head to the ground, he smiled lightly just by thinking of Clara.

“Nice.” Sid whistled low, taking a bite of his loaf that he had saved for his dinner.  “What’s she look like?” Grabbing onto his loaf with his teeth to free his hands, Sid drew an hourglass figure in the air to suggest he wanted to know about her body more than her face.

Franky blushed as he recalled that he did in fact take in her body with sinning glimpses.  “She’s beautiful,” he gushed, blushing even deeper.  He rubbing the back of his neck as he glanced toward the ground. Thought of her fair skin floated into his mind as the smile remained imprinted on his lips.

Pat grinned devilishly and with a mocking tone spoke in a sing-song voice, “Franky’s in love! Franky’s in love! E’rybody!” he called out to Bobby and Sid.

Sid, without a moment’s pause, joined right in, lauder and livelier than Pat. “Franky’s in love! Franky’s in love!”

“Oh, knock it off,” Franky said flippantly not really caring what they said; he couldn’t confirm or deny it. All he knew was that Clara’s face was spinning in circles around his mind and it wouldn’t stop.

Not that he wanted it to.