Short Fiction: Butch

When Buzzy tells Butch his grandmother says he can’t hang around with him anymore, the mystery of what he did wrong haunts him for life.

By Thomas Penn Johnson,

Douglas Park was just at the bottom of The Big Hill at the West end of the block where Butch lived, so it was by no means an unusual or out-of-the-way place for a rendezvous with his next door neighbor and best friend Buzzy. But he was puzzled by the clandestine over-the-fence delivery of Buzzy’s whispered summons. Butch finished …