By Emma Omid

“I recently heard that avocados are actually a single seed berry. That is so weird. The fact that a common fruit can be classified as something as normal as a berry, but only a few people in the world know it.”

“Shut up.”

“Stop being mean to me. I’m only trying to pass the time.”

“You’re making time move slower than that old lady.” King points at an elderly woman strolling along the side of the road. “A snail can move faster.”

“You’re such a-.”

“So?” King stares Finny down.

“Whatever.” Finny plays with the dirt they sit on, drawing with his finger.

“What the hell is that supposed to be?” King asks with disdain.

“I’ll give you a hint. Meow.”

King glares at Finny’s smile, then looks back towards the old woman. She hasn’t moved very far.

“Do you think she’s going to make it?” Finny asks.

“Make it where?”

“Wherever she is going.”

“Depends.”

“On what?”

“How far it is.”

Both sit in silence as they watch her take one small step after the other.

“We should help her.”

“Don’t use that word,” King says harshly.

“We could help her.”

“Why?”

“Because it’s the gentlemanly thing to do.”

“Since when are we gentlemen?”

“What are you talking about? I’ve always been a gentleman.”

King rolls his eyes.

“You’re useless.”

“At least I’m something.”

King glances at Finny, who plays in the dirt some more. He puts whiskers on his cat.

“Go for it, then.” King spits.

Finny stands up and brushes the dirt off his pants.

“I will.”

Finny jogs over to the lady and takes her hand. King watches them speak before walking together down the road, arms linked. He shakes his head and looks at Finny’s cat. Smiling, he adds a long, curved tail.