[RAW Edit] Deme and the Bike Shop

Title: Deme and the Bike Shop
by, Black-Haired Girl


Deme didn’t mean to be bad. He just couldn’t help himself, sometimes.

Make that all the time.

With a grin he wound his arm back and heaved the biggest rock he could manage at the large picture window of the bicycle shop. It crashed against the glass, causing the window pane to shatter into a thousand glistening pieces. He stepped back and watched as all of the shards fell to the ground, feeling his anger leaving him as it did.

“What the hell!”

“Time to go!” Deme yipped to himself, turning on his heels to run as fast as he could down the sidewalk. He could hear that know-it-all bicycle shop owner, Mister Memphis, hollering incoherently from somewhere behind him. He darted past a woman carrying groceries, ducked down an alleyway and clambered over a park bench and into the woods that separated town from his grandparent’s property.
The woods were dark but he had trekked the path quite a few times and was unhindered by its seemingly impenetrable thickness. Just a squeeze through this grove here, and a climb over this fallen tree there until finally he came to the halfway point through the dense forest. A small thicket surrounded by various types of brambles and shrubs open to the bright afternoon sunshine. It was one of his favorite places to hide and now was the perfect time for hiding. Mister Memphis would surely know he had chucked the offending rock through the shop window. Only a few minutes before the violation he had gotten into a particularly intense argument with the man about Schwinn versus Mongoose. Mister Memphis called Deme an idiot for something Deme couldn’t remember saying, and that was that. The rock tossing had been quite therapeutic.
With a relieved sigh he plopped down to a sit in the thin layer of leaves on the thicket floor and proceeded to tie his shoe.

What did Mister Memphis know? Nothing…
He was always right, wasn’t he?
Of course he was.