But Why Not

But Why Not

By: AWC

New Comb City was a very small town but it had one of the country’s largest Kitchen Towel Roll making factory there and most of the younger population was almost 100 percent employed by them if they were not running their own small business or a shop whatever. Gloria was one of the residents there. Almost 45, she had a very pretty and beautiful young face with sharp blue eyes and sandy blond hair. Gloria lived next to Tyrone, 19 years old lived with his mother, because his father had left the family for a better woman. Tyrone was a high school graduate and because of having no resources and honestly, not being a good student and not winning any good scholarship; he could not attend the college. Gloria worked at the paints and hardware store at the other side of the town and preferred to travel on a small motor bike she had well recognized by the town people.

Tyrone’s mother worked at the 2nd shift of the factory and returned close to the midnight every day. Gloria, had agreed to prepare a modest but good home cooked meal for Tyrone, so he did not have to wait for his mother, coming home much later at night and prepare the food for herself and her son. She took something to eat at the factory cafeteria during her dinner break and the life was going on smooth, calm and fine.

On a Monday evening, it was almost 7:00 PM in the when Tyrone went to her place for a usual dinner time and found her busy with trying to repair the tire of her motorbike. She was very glad to see him and asked for his help while she went and prepared the spaghetti for the dinner. Tyrone agreed and she showed him all the tools needed before leaving. After some time getting done in the kitchen, she came back and Tyrone asked her to sit and watch if he did a good job of repairing her tire. Soon Tyrone was also done and he was about to slip the new tube in the tire, when she said that she was going to take a very quick shower and be ready for the dinner by the time Tyrone was done with the repair. He continued working and soon heard a very musical voice of Gloria, asking him to hand the towel, she had forgotten to bring with her to the bath room. Tyrone was done bolting the repaired tire onto the motorbike and he got up to walk into her bedroom to look for the towel in the bedroom.

With the towel in his hand, Tyrone knocked on the bathroom door and opened it slowly, of course hoping to find her behind the smoky, foggy translucent glass door.