Spencer F

11/3/14
English
Hamilton
6
Alternate Chapter 6
In Which There Were no Shots Fired
The sky lit the grass golden as one gigantic figure and one small stuck out
against the setting sun, lets get a going.
I didnt mean no harm. Lenny gave an earnest look.
I know that but Curley sure dont, we gonna have to find ourselves some new jobs.
Now, while they all out lookn for yah its not too bad a plan to go back now, get our
things and such, maybe even a little o theirs.
They snuck into a rapidly darkening town, with no sound except for the
distant shouting of the men looking for what was in their minds a murderer. The
creaky old buildings lined the streets and to the left was Curleys house, no-one
inside. It wasnt just good, it was perfect, they thought of bewildered look that
Curley would have when he returned, and they were pleased.
There was a spray of colors across the sky making the fields of wheat glow
like a golden sea, stretching the vast expanse. In the middle of the splendor was a
small red barn, it was taller than it was wide and light was coming from the inside.
Lenny was sitting in a small, well lit pen filled with rabbits of all shapes and
sizes. In the years since their last job Lenny had learned how to not kill everything
he touched, it was the only reason he had been allowed to keeps rabbits of his own.
George was sitting across the barn with a bottle in his hand and his feet up on a
table next to a plate that had been licked clean. They both dressed differently than
when they were working men, their shapeless hats had been replaced with slickwell done hair and their tattered shirts with nice new ones, tailored to fit. In this
place they looked affluent.
Across the room were two doors leading to bedrooms with well made beds
and next to that was a large and very expensive looking painting of a shattered
window that was so realistic it looked almost as if the space it took up had actually
had a stone thrown though it.

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English
Hamilton
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Alternate Chapter 6
The sky outside had turned to not a barren wasteland but a landscape rich
with a plethora of twinkling stars and both men lay asleep in their respective rooms
in their pristine little barn on their pristine little farm. There was still a little twinkle
of a candle left burning by the rabbits, Lenny had earlier refused to let the rabbits
stumble around in the dark and demanded that they had some source of light. Some
way, somehow, this little lamp tipped, and when it tipped it tipped into the hay in
the ground, the dry hay that seemed to want no more than to cover itself in the
orange glow of a quickly growing flame.
George woke up first as the door began to have a glow from all edges, he
opened his eyes wide and knocked hard against the wall between him and Lenny,
Get up, theres a fire! Real caustic one! There was a loud groan from the
other side and after a while (during which George was scrambling for some clothes)
a thud, Lenny was clearly panicking on the other side.
Just get through the goddamn door! Lenny screamed louder than a burning
rabbit.
What happnd a you?!? George shouted as he started thinking of their way
out.
There was a light buh when I touched it, I goh hurt.
Thats fire you just find yourself a way out, go to the stream, stay there
until I get you
What bout ma rabbits?
There aint no time for them, just get yerself out!
The next time they saw each other was at the stream, Lenny was holding a
dead rabbit.
The foreman sat on the other side of the room from them, the lights were
flickering and the walls seemed ready to collapse at any moment.
Sorry to tell yah but we aint got no jobs for yah here, besides with your
reticent friend . There was a beat of silence and within it George remembered

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11/3/14
English
Hamilton
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when they had a job and all the times Lenny had lost them, he wasnt irate but
George thought of how much better his life could have been without Lenny.
They slept in the street that night, they had spent the last few days
following rumors of far off jobs but none had delivered their promises. It was hard
not to think of how just a few weeks ago they had been the best living people they
could think of, now the low workers living in the grunge seemed like the greatest
possible achievement.