JackShea
01-01-2007, 06:23 PM
One night a wind caressed my cheek at a time I most needed soothing. And then ever so slightly her lips brushed mine. I closed my eyes. I smiled. She laughed, then fled as I reached for her. Without assistance the fan light flicked on and the blades began to rotate. A door slammed. Next to me my wife woke.
What is it?
Nothing, go back to sleep.
I turned away from her and tried to conjure the image of the girl who comes to me in the night. She was young. Her hair was black. Her eyes? I was never sure of her eyes for they darted about as though in search of something missing. Her body was full and energized. She sated me and invigorated my youthful desires. Not being able to sleep I rose and went to the sink. I slapped cold water on my face then hesitantly I turned on the light. A man with a lined face, a gray-haired man stared back. In fright I flicked off the switch, laid my palms upon the basin and sweated. And then again, I heard her laugh.
The night was moonless and un-starred. Upon the porch I sat, lit a cigarette and watched the trembling of my hands. In the distance a coyote howled and was answered. Again a wind picked up and my name floated upon its breeze.
Johnny.
Johnny.
I started to heed the call. I rose and moved into the darkness.
What’s the matter John?
I turned suddenly. A woman, robed, stood in the doorway. She spoke with an unfamiliar tension in her voice. Momentarily I was stunned to be gazing into this grey-haired woman’s face. I wondered who she was and why she was on my porch. Yet there was an intimacy to her implorations.
John?
Catlike my head rotated side to side until the veil was removed from my eyes and I remembered who this woman was.
There is nothing the matter honey. I just couldn’t sleep. I lied.
Would you like a cup of tea? It might help.
Yes, that would be nice. I turned away.
Where are you going? She asked concerned.
Just out to the corral. I departed.
The mare snorted as I walked past the peeler core enclosure. I clicked my tongue and assured her all was well. I could hear the slow clip clop of her hooves as she approached the fence line. She stuck her nose over the rail’s top and softly I blew into her nostrils. She sniggered and rolled her head in a circle, as was her habit when hungry or pleased. I scratched her forelock and then behind her ears. And then a blazing light sent her kicking and bucking. At first I shielded my eyes but then my eyes became accustomed to the flames on the hillside behind the corral. Then the words echoed in my ears.
Help me Johnny. Help me please!
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HELP! I have too many characters to put this up but can't figure out how to put in an attachment? You can read the rest on jackshea.net in the short stories section but I would certainly appreciate any help...Jack
What is it?
Nothing, go back to sleep.
I turned away from her and tried to conjure the image of the girl who comes to me in the night. She was young. Her hair was black. Her eyes? I was never sure of her eyes for they darted about as though in search of something missing. Her body was full and energized. She sated me and invigorated my youthful desires. Not being able to sleep I rose and went to the sink. I slapped cold water on my face then hesitantly I turned on the light. A man with a lined face, a gray-haired man stared back. In fright I flicked off the switch, laid my palms upon the basin and sweated. And then again, I heard her laugh.
The night was moonless and un-starred. Upon the porch I sat, lit a cigarette and watched the trembling of my hands. In the distance a coyote howled and was answered. Again a wind picked up and my name floated upon its breeze.
Johnny.
Johnny.
I started to heed the call. I rose and moved into the darkness.
What’s the matter John?
I turned suddenly. A woman, robed, stood in the doorway. She spoke with an unfamiliar tension in her voice. Momentarily I was stunned to be gazing into this grey-haired woman’s face. I wondered who she was and why she was on my porch. Yet there was an intimacy to her implorations.
John?
Catlike my head rotated side to side until the veil was removed from my eyes and I remembered who this woman was.
There is nothing the matter honey. I just couldn’t sleep. I lied.
Would you like a cup of tea? It might help.
Yes, that would be nice. I turned away.
Where are you going? She asked concerned.
Just out to the corral. I departed.
The mare snorted as I walked past the peeler core enclosure. I clicked my tongue and assured her all was well. I could hear the slow clip clop of her hooves as she approached the fence line. She stuck her nose over the rail’s top and softly I blew into her nostrils. She sniggered and rolled her head in a circle, as was her habit when hungry or pleased. I scratched her forelock and then behind her ears. And then a blazing light sent her kicking and bucking. At first I shielded my eyes but then my eyes became accustomed to the flames on the hillside behind the corral. Then the words echoed in my ears.
Help me Johnny. Help me please!
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HELP! I have too many characters to put this up but can't figure out how to put in an attachment? You can read the rest on jackshea.net in the short stories section but I would certainly appreciate any help...Jack