The Origin of Johnny Toast (Part 2)Johnny stared at the grave for a moment, then knelt down in front of it. He took the daisy out of his bag, and placed it reverently on the grave.He stayed still for several minutes, until he finally said, “Father, are you there?”A short pause. “Listen, I really do need to speak with you. Mother’s been… controlling of late, and…”He petered off, unable to continue. He looked up and saw a young couple across the cemetery, looking concerned, and mildly scared.Johnny waited for them to leave to continue.“Anyways, if you’re here, I need to talk now. Come on, I know you’re there…”After a moment, a male voice, with a British accent matching his son’s, replied.“Yes, what is it Johnny?”Johnny jumped slightly, as he was only half expecting a response, and smiled slightly.“I’m sorry to disturb you, but I need advice.” He said, pleadingly.Patrick Toast chuckled. “I was never g
The Origin of Johnny Toast (Part 1)“What are you looking at, Johnny?” Johnny’s mother, Sarah, stood in the doorway, looking quite a bit like her son: Thin, pale, with dark hair. Her eyes were a dark brown, and at the moment, she wore a very concerned expression.Young Johnny Toast was sitting in his room, reading a large, dusty tome. He looked up at his mother.“I’m reading about the local haunted areas, mother.” He said enthusiastically.Johnny’s mother sighed, and closed her eyes.“Johnny, what have I been telling you about all of that ghost nonsense?” she said, exasperated.Johnny replied, “That no good will ever come of pretending to hunt ghosts… but…”She cut him off. “And what else have I been telling you?”“That, as a ten year old, I should look at my future… but…” He replied again.“And…?” She prompted.Johnny looked away, frustrated with his mother’s lack of understanding.