Author's Note:
Another part of the story. Not much action or humor going on, but it's setting it up for the next part. Please critique, and if you find a word that might fit better, please feel free to let me know. Thank You
Part 2
Slim continued to devour his food, but knew he would have no such luck. Pondering a response to the man's challenge, he looked up at the other patrons in the establishment. All eyes were focused on him, staring with eager anticipation of his response. Slim knew he had to answer, and soon. He wished desperately to crawl under the table and hide, which would be difficult based on his size. There was also the little problem that everyone was watching him.
“Okay.” Slim answered, shrugging his shoulders in a careless manner. “I’ll do it.”
Slim wasn’t doing it for the money. He never did anything for money. It was a matter of pride, and his inability to back down from a challenge.
He finished his glass of goat’s milk, cup of coffee, and plate of steaming pancakes as he rose to his feet. It was then that he remembered and tasted the extinguished cigarette in his coffee. He leaned on the table to catch his breath, ignorant to the hustle and bustle of the customers paying their tabs.
Once his nausea had tapered the table gave way. Slim, as well as the contents of the table, went crashing to the floor. While he gathered his senses, he looked up for assistance to his feet. The diner was empty except for the tall man in leather, who stood at the door, waiting impatiently for Slim to follow.
Slim groaned as he sat up, hearing the tendons in his arms and legs grind as they strained to lift him to his feet. Other than a compound fracture of his left forearm, he didn't have any noticeable broken bones. Reverting back to his first aid training, Slim had suffered worse injuries before, and handled the broken bone the best he knew how. He stopped, dropped, and rolled. Which was rather ignorant, because now he had to try and stand up again. Once he was to his feet for the second time, he limped to the door. The man in leather slapped him on the back as he walked passed and shoved him to the floor.
“We aint got times for games, boy!” The man shouted as he stepped into the middle of Slim's back as he climbed over. “By the way…my names Sarah.”
Slim giggled out loud, trying to not look at the man. “Did you say your name is Sarah?” He asked, trying to hide the smirk on his face.
“Yes…yes I did. Is there a problem with that?”
“No sir. There isn’t.” Slim sharply answered. He realized that he was in no situation to be challenging someone’s hostile questioning. Especially someone whose name was Sarah.
“Then let’s get going.” Sarah said sharply. “We got a lot of ground to cover, and not much time to do it.”
Sarah helped Slim to his feet and followed him out the sliding doors into the crowded parking lot. Slim felt as if he was lining up for a parade. Every car in the parking lot was filled. A tall, heavyset woman was choreographing the procession, with a toy poodle cradled under her left arm. There was even a bus, which was being piloted by a Nun. She had the sleeves cut off of her outfit, with a cigarette hanging from her mouth and a tattoo on her bicep that read, ‘Death To All’.
Slim felt his heart start to race and his vision was blurring as he struggled to take it all in. He fumbled around the parking lot for a place to sit, when he heard Sarah’s voice from behind him. “Hop on here Slim.”
Slim turned around to see Sarah sitting on a Honda Trail 90 motorcycle. Slim thought it resembled more of a moped than a motorcycle. He walked around the motorcycle, trying to find a place to climb on. Sarah had a large frame, and the small motorcycle seat left little room for a passenger.
“Hop on what?” Slim started. “How am I supposed to sit on that?”
“Why just hop on behind me.” Sarah answered, a sense of urgency in his voice. As Sarah answered, he reached behind the seat and pulled out an extension.
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That’s just great’ thought Slim, ‘
I get to ride on a girl’s motorcycle with a banana seat. I’m going to make a great impression on everyone.’
