fiction
The Chronicles Of Kurt – II
The next page Hagin opened after that was blank, except for a word and four numbers : “YEAR 1987” , written boldly in the middle in what was unmistakably, his father’s handwriting. Hagin shrugged and opened the next page. He smiled as if he had hit a jackpot. A long story awaited him. He relaxed more and started to read.
The Chronicles of Kurt.
“Come here, Hagin. Drop that laptop right now and get over here”, screamed Gina, Hagin’s mum.
“But mum, I told you already. I’m busy over here”
“Busy chatting with your friends, right? Come over here and help me make dinner before your dad arrives”
“Gimme a minute, mum”
Gina was now fuming with anger. Hagin was only 15 years old and was proving troublesome, too troublesome for most kids she knew that were his age, and she probably knew only a couple 15-year-olds. They’ve been a happy family of three – she ; the wife, Kurt ; her husband and Hagin ; their son and only child. She’d been married to Kurt since he was 25 and she was 23, and all through their 16 years of marriage, they’ve been an happy couple. Hagin, on the other hand, though a fun and industrious boy, sometimes liked to get his mother angry. She even started to think he did it on purpose maybe just to spoof her. No one knows what’s really going on in that thick head-of-hair of his.