A very, very short story

The young boy skating stopped abruptly, with much disregard for his skateboard. Something had got his attention. The board skirted to the left, stopped, and then turned over like a dog on its back. The boy stood erect, frozen into position, akimbo style. His small arms were cocked showing a defiant, almost impatient, rectitude.

Was he looking at the lake, the ducks, or people? No, it was a remote control boat. The incessant buzz of its engine had caught the boy's attention. He looked on with hidden jealously. The boat belonged to another young boy about 20 feet in front of him. The skater watched the boy enviously, desiring the boat for himself. He wanted the pleasure more than he wanted the toy.

The boy, with the boat, had no idea that he had stirred such jealously behind him. His concentration was on his birthday gift, the remote control boat. He had blinders on. It was him, the boat and the rest of the world was nothing. It was the absent-minded carefree pleasure that the skater craved.

An idea slid across the skater's face. There was a flash in his eyes, the immediacy of action. He turned away, putting the boy and the boat behind him. They were dismissed but not forgotten. He raced off on his skateboard; his legs pushing forward with urgency and intent. He reached his distracted mother a couple of minutes later.

He bolted out, with heaving breath, "I want.......


Inspired Trini