Short Stories from Carlos Salinas
Mark continued stacking the boxes of screws,
wrenches and other tools that were unknown to
Emily in their use and names. “What a way to spend
a birthday,” he sighed to himself. Mark “celebrated”
his 18th birthday that day.
After a grueling day of checking lists, calling
suppliers, and helping customers, Mark was ready to
just go home and sleep. It was a dreadful way to
spend a birthday, especially for such a young man.
After the long walk home, Mark could finally see
his house. He would make a sandwich and then fall
right to sleep on his bed, or couch, whichever he fell
As he approached his house he could see a
plastic container sitting on his door step. It made
him walk a little faster. He finally picked it up and
saw there was note with the cookies in the container.
I’m sorry for hounding you for the light bulb for
the past few days, it’s just that I can’t see what I’m
baking without the light bulb for the oven. I have to
keep checking and opening the oven door to make
sure that what I’m baking is not burned. The cookies
are a little burned at the bottom. I’m sorry –it is the 3rd
batch I baked. Happy Birthday!