Short+story+-+Matt+and+Declan


 * knife, fair ground and young boy **


 * BILLY THE WOEFUL **


 * Tragedy: **

The fair would run all summer long and not a moment went past when an entrant was not having fun. Every day attracted more attention than the last. Children of all ages would attend. They would come to participate in the wacky games, eating candy, laughing endlessly and having a good time.

People would queue by the dozens to take part in such fantastic events. Is it not clear now that the purpose of this fair was to have fun?

You could say that the eager young Billy Bosler was here for that same reason. His light blue eyes would twinkle at the sound of 'fair'. Billy had messy, brown hair and a small, red nose. He had a cheeky smile and abnormally large front teeth. The boy was a bit strange too.

Who could blame him? As a child, Billy experienced many hardships. His mother died during childbirth and his father took his own life when Billy was 5. For Billy there was nowhere to turn to except the orphanage. Billy grew up in the orphanage in which he did not have a pleasant time. The bullies that picked on him relentlessly were the culprit. The woeful package of tragedy and bullying drove him to severe insanity. One night, he even fatally pushed a boy out of a window, after he was teased about his teeth.

Billy Bosler felt many things from here. Guilt from the tragic fall of the mocking boy. Depression from the loss of his beloved parents. He also felt lost and confused at the thought of the 'What next?'

Though here he was, 6 months later, like any other child, enjoying the carnival. He had found an extravagant amount of money and felt temporarily content. At the moment he was approaching a stall after he had spotted the flashing sign, 'The Greatest Game on Earth'.

However, it was not this sign that draw him to the stall. He saw something else. Something of great sentimental value. It was a pocket watch that had belonged to his deceased father.

'How did that get there?' he thought to himself, 'I must have it, whatever the cost'.

He could only have the watch by winning the game and he decided to play. Billy was absolutely terrible at the game after missing three attempts to throw the basketball in the hoop.

At this point, another boy came to the counter. He gave some tokens to the man running the game and picked up a basketball. The kid was immaculate. Eventually, he took the prize. Billy saw it was the watch. The precious watch. It was the only thing that could connect him to his father. So much depression in his life. So much delusion, fear and guilt. From here, Billy suddenly felt as if all his problems would magically be resolved if he got his hands on that pocket watch.

It can not be explained, in words, the anger young Bosler felt to see the item slip away from his clutches. The prize-winner walked off behind a stall to assess his winnings. Billy felt the shiny, cold knife he had always kept in his rugged pocket since he stole it from the orphanage lost property. He approached the boy slowly and calmly.

'That's... a ... nice...... watch', Billy said to the prize-winner in a restraint tone. Billy was twitching with anger and desperation. 'Could I have it now'.

'Go away, you buck-toothed cretin, run along to your parents', said the prize-winner rudely.

'My parents are dead, you know. That watch was my father's. I need it. It is mine'.

'It's not yours and it never will be**.** I won it'.

Billy took out the knife and brandished it at the arrogant boy. 'I'm warning you'

'Now you put that away. I don't want any trouble'.

Billy threatened insanely, 'I'll kill you! IT'S MINE!'

At that moment he stabbed the boy in the stomach and grasped the pocket watch.

Billy ran off as a policeman spotted the scene. He was running straight for the river. If Billy could cross it, he'd have the upper hand.

"Get back here young boy. I order you!” yelled the policeman.

Billy Bosler reached the river. It was only a kilometre or two from the fair ground. He halted by the onrushing water. The current was fierce. The immense volume of streaming water was dangerous. He tightened his grip on the pocket watch.

He turned around, "Will I go to gaol? How long will I be there?"

The policeman replied, "A bloody long time, now come here".

There was nothing left for Billy on this earth. No parents. No friends. Loneliness. No life. No prospects. All he had was the pocket watch that belonged to his father. He stared solemnly at the river.

Falling in would surely drown him.

He jumped.