Irrational Distrust
By Ken Kaze
“Meet me in the parking lot if you want to see your precious trashcan ever again,” Ken Kaze reads aloud to himself. In his hands is a note that contains letters that seem to have been cut out of different magazines. In front of him is a steel chair from which he contained the note. He stares blankly at the note for a couple of seconds before dropping to his knees, almost in tears.
“GEOOOOORGE!! NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!”
He chokes back a sob as he springs up to his feet, glancing around his locker room.
“I’ll get this evil bastid that wants to strip me of my greatest bestest friend ever. I’ll get him.”
He approaches the door and exit’s the locker room in search of George.
