Free Five Moons of Pluto by Andre Jeter Page B

                     “Nah,” he says. “I ain’t seen nothin’.” He stands up to face Russell and wipes the dirt from his jeans.
                           “Come on. It’s almost time for supper,” says Russell with his arm on Billy-Joel’s shoulder.
                           They walk along the muddy trail singing songs, laughing, and joking with one another, like usual. Billy-Joel tosses out the thoughts of Russell’s death and enjoys the little time he has left with him.
    Besides , he thinks, we’ll have all the time we want in Heaven .
     
    THE END
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    GOOD BOY
     
     
                  The full moon gleams brightly as Jeffrey takes a pull of his marijuana cigarette. He looks up at the moon all lonesome and exhales the fantasy aroma towards it. Being up on the roof of a project building in Brooklyn is grounds for arrest, but the cops don’t care about some old man smoking weed to escape his problems. No, they care about the real crime, drug dealers, murderers and rapist. But here in Brownsville projects, you mostly get the drug dealers.
                   As Jeffrey sits in his lawn chair--one that he actually stole from a friend during a cookout--he grabs his can of Colt forty-five and takes a huge gulp. He burps and clumsily places the can down.
                   Jeffrey looks over at the old dead bones of fried chicken. Some chewed and broken in half that the now dark red marrow is visible. The dry bones are bleached white from the months, maybe years, of decay. Some of those bones, he imagines, had to be from the days he would bring Dolo up here. Project elevators always had a way of breaking down and taking Dolo down twelve flights of stairs is a workout for some but a death sentence for Jeffry. He was a good dog an even better friend. Loyal, trustworthy and would take secrets to his grave. And to the grave he went. Not because of old age, Not because of sickness but because of some trigger happy wanna be gangster didn’t like the way Dolo was barking at him. Dolo didn’t like Damarien, he never did, Dolo was a very good judge of character.
                   Jeffrey looks over to his left at the next project building. A couple of teens are crowded around one teen who is looking through a telescope--that they most likely have stolen--up into the dark sky hoping to see the meteor shower again. It’s only been two months since the phenomenon and people still talk about it to this day. Jeffrey's neighbor Tawanda called the local news station and asked if they wanted to interview her about it...for a fee of course. With their expensive cellphones, neighbors were taking photos of the shower, it was more like a downpour. Hundreds of blue pieces of space rock ignored our planet. Less than a minute after the meteors passed, another meteor came racing by. But this one was much different from the previous meteors. It had a red ominous glow and was much bigger. When it passed by it gave off a horrifying animal roar sacring the young children and some adults.
                   The door to the roof opened with it’s rusty hinges. Damarien steps out of the door first and turns stone when he sees Jeffrey’s shadowy figure. He soon realizes it’s Jeffrey and exhales softly.
    “ Godman nigga!! da hell you doin up here?” Damarien said.
    Jeffrey continues looking up at the moon. “Just wanted to enjoy the night breeze thats all.”
    “Well enjoy that shit downstairs. We got business and you in my office.”
    Jeffery takes another pull of his marijuana and exhales slowly. Any other time Jeffrey would oblige by Damarien’s request. But not tonight or ever again.
    “ Im not finished yet nigga.”
    Damarien’s crew scold and laugh at him. Damarien runs up to Jeffrey, kicks