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 (a while back.) Here is what I came up with. I hope you like it.
There was one time, back in college, when we all drove to Burlington, Vermont.
Our friends’ band was playing at UVM. We all piled into a big station wagon.
A younger kid we barely knew, who was studying architecture, came along with us. He wanted to meet a girl, up there, but the kid had some kind of big-year-end project to do. His teacher was renowned within the department for being a complete hardcase. He informed the class, right at the beginning, that some of them would fail based on the relative weakness of their final project.
Anyway, we all drove up to Vermont on a Friday to see the band. We were supposed to come back on Saturday morning.
We wound up staying until Sunday night. Late. The kid would sidle up to us at the endless UVM parties and mumble about how he had to get back to work on his project. We drank Catamount beer and smoked a lot of weed and listened to The Cure and Jane’s Addiction and Led Zeppelin.
We drove back at 1130 at night. About 3 hours into the trip, we realized the kid had been crying.
He wound up flunking that class.
The next year, the kid turned into this really heavy duty jock-asshole who kicked people in the balls during ultimate frisbee. He kept getting into fights. Pretty soon into the semester, he left school.