Evan Arkman
Why couldn’t he have just stayed home?
“He had such a chip on his shoulder, remember?”
“Who?” Sheila was a little drunk. The bartender at their 25th reunion kept going heavy on the Jack and light on the Coke.
“Evan Arkman.” Amanda elbowed her in the ribs. “When he didn’t get valedictorian he bailed on graduation. Remember?”
How could she forget? That’s all Evan talked about on their first date, and their second, and their third. She’d heard he moved to California.
“Sheila, long time huh?”
Evan still looked like a hawk, beady-eyed and sour.
Their son had a better disposition. And no idea about his father.
From prompt: “Write a story and use a title of another fiction story somewhere in your Centina or Pentina, linking to the original story and mentioning the author.”
Story was Mark Starlin’s “A Chip on His Shoulder”
Thanks J.A. Taylor and Bill Adler!
