Good Stories, #1.
This is the first of a small collection of stories about some of my favorite little characters: Sam and Chris. They make me remember why I started writing. To experience something new. To make myself smile. I dedicate these stories to my childhood, and how I remember it. Creativity Chris was, above all, creative. Creative is by and large the kindest word you can use for “I-don’t-get-how-you-have-so-much-energy.” Even his best friend, Sam, the tried and true trooper of Chris’s crazed creativity, thought that Chris was a little over the top. Just recently , for instance, Chris said, “You know what would be cool to do today?” Being used to such presumptuous questions, Sam responded, “Probably if we did what I suggested five minutes ago – that we stay inside, and just hang out in the cool air for a while.” It was summer – a hot summer, if hot is an extreme enough term for sweating while in front of the ai...