Laurels Literary Magazine Spring 2016 | Page 108

Sarah Ontiveros BILLY It’s where the sun is in the sky. That’s how you tell. LAZZO Yeah, where the sun is! That’s what I meant. You find anything today, BILLY? BILLY Actually, yeah. (reaches into his pocket and pulls something out) Picked it off an SS officer buried under the rubble. KILGORE That a flip top lighter, BILLY? It still works? Have ya tried it yet?! LAZZO Jesus, KILGORE, why the hell would he take a lighter that don’t work? I swear, your mama dropped you on your head, boy. BILLY (laughing softly) You don’t have to talk to him like that. LAZZO What do you need with a lighter anyway, BILLY? I’m the one with the cigarettes. KILGORE Cigarette. LAZZO What was that? KILGORE (shyly) Well, when you traded with that officer, you only got the one cigarette...you said cigarettes with an “s” but you only got the one. BILLY laughs softly. LAZZO Oh what the hell do you know anyway! (turns towards BILLY) 96