Parachute Pants

Below you will find the results of my having challenged myself for a number of days to write a short story with a beginning and middle and an end inside of 30 minutes. Here is what I came up with. I hope you like it.

Lou joined The High Stepping Feet Crew and immediately started pressuring me to join, too. I didn’t like rap music and I didn’t know how to breakdance, so I said no. Lou was a dick about it.

On the bus rides home, Lou would go off on how ‘Fresh’ David Florence and his brother, Carlton, were. Two redheaded dudes with crimson jheri curls and weird fuzz on their upper lips. They wore parachute pants.

Carlton carried a boom box around in the halls between classes. He’d gotten detention, so he didn’t play any cassettes for fear of getting in trouble. He just popped and locked to biology class with this object on his shoulder, yelling “Yoyoyoyoyo!” at the cheerleaders.

The High Stepping Feet Crew, according to Lou, defeated all comers at ‘battles’ held at a roller rink/dance club in Johnston called Midnighters. Carlton’s backspin was their secret weapon.

In the hallways, once, The High Stepping Feet Crew, all three of them, were gathered around a locker shouting “Yoyoyoyoyoyo!” The meticulous lexicon of hip hop slang had yet to arrive in rural Rhode Island, so our heroes were forced to improvise. Carlton, to impress Katie deBeers, an icy blonde cheerleader, fired up his backspin. He flung himself to the ground and started flapping his arms and doing some kind of weird mule kick.

He torpedoed Randy Calosanto into the chest, accidentally. Randy passed out.

Carlton leapt to his feet, surveyed the situation, and decided on the spot that he had suffered a broken ankle.

Randy missed the important game against Shea High School. Our coach allegedly drove to The Florence Household and threatened the whole family.

The High Stepping Feet Crew quietly disbanded.

Lou went back to listening to Foreigner.

One thought on “Parachute Pants

  1. see it’s all fun and games until someone loses a football game. Foreigner…ouch. I will be fascinated to find out how many of these remarkable characters are real and how many just spring from your imagination. Either way the realities you weave in these stories is awesome.

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