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- Story Listed as: Fiction For Adults
- Theme: Inspirational
- Subject: Drama
- Published: 11/14/2015
The light was blinding him, he felt every bone in his body was going to break, the salty taste of sweat was on his lips, hands felt clammy, and though he hated to admit it he could smell the stink of his under arms. He felt her head pressed against his shoulders, no more tears but his shirt still held the wet spot from where they had poured like a fountain from her only moments ago or was it hours. Except for that bright light burning in his through the crack his face pressed to, the hiding place was as dark as the darkest night without a star or moon.
Now Donny boy sat, no more like a scrunched up like a pretzel, a girl he didn’t know, fear his only friend and he didn’t even really understand how it all happened. He listened to the smallest noise, he could hear his own heartbeat, he could hear the breathing of the long blond hair, blue eyed girl, who some might say was a little plump, but he thought when he first saw her, wow, what a beauty. He knew her name from the little blue tag that hung on her blouse just over the pocket of the right breast, which he had already noticed on more than one occasion was very nice, the white skin showing more and more of itself from the opening of the blouse that now missed the button which had protected those beauty’s from falling out, that had allowed a perfect measure of cleavage to show but not enough to do more than say, don’t you want to see what hides here. Sadly, if not for the fear, the waiting, the not knowing, he would have been looking more down them than at the light. Yet he could not help but to look down as the cloth slid a bit more to the side and he thought in his mind he could feel the hot flesh press into his arm. At least he found some peace in knowing he was alive and could still feel the male lust, or desire, to even want to peak.
He could hear the sound of drip, drip, drip, somewhere, maybe it was water from a leak and it was raining outside, or maybe a faucet in the restroom down at the other end only twenty feet away but seemed as if a thousand miles. He could hear the purr of an electric motor, no doubt from a cooler, that stood with its gleaming bright glass and sliding doors that lined one whole wall. His mind puzzled on why only the sound of one motor, shouldn’t there be more? Donny boy wanted to run, but couldn’t and even if he could glancing down at the bright light shinning on that smooth skin, wishing he could see the tip, you know the part that always seemed to be kept hid even if all the rest was shown, the gold at the end of the mine, the part that every guy called a taste of heaven. Yes he wished he could work his arm in a way to just get a peak, then life would have meaning, if he had to go from the living to the dead, why not go with a smile. No he would run, cause maybe, just maybe he would see that peak of the two mountains that would make his last memories of earth, a bit more like heaven. Even if he never saw that flash of such beauty he knew he couldn’t leave her.
Sandy was only maybe twenty six or seven, he was old enough to be her dad and yet he day dreamed of her kissing him and loving him and he knew nothing of her.
Oh Donny boy knew if not for the circumstances of this day she would not be pressed into him, he would of seen her like so many others, saw the beauty of her smooth face with the full lips, caught a gleam from the sparkle in her eyes. He would of said something clumsy to her, she would of flashed a smile, you know the kind, that makes your heart beat fast and you take a deep breath and wonder at the beauty. His eyes would looked down at the milk white skin, of the two perfect globes of flesh and wanted to see more knowing it would never be. He would of seen the slight pug of belly thinking how nice to reach out and touch it, feel soft sponginess of flesh but never really get that chance. Could a person fall in love at first sight?
Donny boy didn’t know the answer to that question, but he did know at first sight you could see someone such as Sandy, and want to love her. Yet he was no fool, he was too old, he wasn’t, even in his youth the kind of guy who could walk into a room and have the girls go oh and ah over. He was then a good boy, now a good man, common in every way. He had a fair job, a good smile, easy to talk with and quick to find a joke, but no nothing but common. No one would ever understand his loneliness or feel the cold side of his heart for he covered it up like a blanket on a cold night. Girls like Sandy would have been nice to him but never interested.
He remember when in high school some of the guys talked him into taking a risk and approach a girl who was very much like this, Sandy. He managed to walk up to her say hello and even feeling a bit of hope when she smiled asked if she would like to go up to the towns small restaurant with him for a burger. She tried not to laugh, you could see her trying to hide it and act flattered but the urge was too strong and once the laugh started she couldn’t stop it with tears in her eyes, she tried to say she was sorry. No he learned right then and there, he was not of the same class as girls like that and he promised to never put himself in such a place again. His buddies thought it had been a great joke, they too laughed till tears rolled down the cheeks. No a fool once but never twice.
Donny boy heard the sound as if a million miles away of car or truck, speeding down highway 101. For just a moment he hoped they would pull off the highway and maybe just maybe bring some help. Yet, a part of him didn’t want help, wanted to go on feeling the heat of both those mountains of dreams pressed on either side of his arm. Maybe it was a deep perverted something wrong in his head, but even as fear penetrated his mind, made him feel like he needed to take a leak and prayed he didn’t let it go in his pants, he found something to want, yes even found a moment of comfort in knowing it would end and looking down, almost, darn, almost he could see it.
Then he heard it a slight shuffle of feet, a shadow cast against the light, Sandy shied and pressed tighter he felt her hot breath on his chest as her arms went around his neck, the soft smooth sound of a whisper, oh please I am not ready to die, so soft yet it carried to his ears, at first he thought she had spoken to him but then realized it was to a higher power she spoke.
Donny boy believed in a higher power too, or at least he used to. He wondered now if he were to pray for help would fear leave him. Would this higher being in the sky suddenly give him the strength of Samson, or the courage of Daniel, maybe he would place a sling in his hand and five stones and he could be a David and Sandy would look at him with love in her eyes, her rescuer. Maybe he would see more the courteous smile, or the face of fear, maybe than he could see the face of a angel that face that love gave.
When the eyes shine with a brightness not made by human hands, that look of a glow to the skin, where the lips become perfect and something changes. That look like none other, a beauty that cannot be matched. If he could be her hero, maybe then she would want him, old wouldn’t matter, thin hair wouldn’t matter, his list of weakness would all be as much gone as the night and darkness, replaced by the pounding of love from the heart and soul. No Donny boy knew if he prayed, he would have to pray for forgiveness, not for the great list of carnal sins but well like maybe this too was in that list, trying to see that little dark mountain on the tip of the bigger globs that Sandy pressed into his arm.
No he knew his sins were many small ones but the biggest was his lack of trusting and believing anymore. Maybe it wasn’t that big guy in the sky, God, who had let him down; people said you can’t blame him for the church. Well the church had fled from him when his ex-wife decided to have a life of her own. They didn’t help him, give him strength, love, or even listen to him or hold him through his tears, no they abandoned him as the bad fallen creature.
He should of seen that coming for most often the church loved those who paid big into the offerings, and smiled on those who would take some task that no one else wanted to do, but when you slipped, they pointed the guns of the mouth at you, and the bullets in the form of shouted and talked and whispered about the sinful creature that you were. No Donny boy has seen the love of Christ showed all to often in the church, as they fought over the way money was being spent, as they voted out preacher after preacher because they gotten a little too close to home with a sermon.
He never understood how they could elect a preacher, proclaim he was the man of God sent to them to guide them and lead them. Then for no real reason at all turn on him like a pack of wolves destroying him and his family with out a thought and yet say they were the love of Christ.
Right now Donny boy wanted to pray, to trust, to know that God was not the people but something higher and bigger, yet no faith could he find. So he let Sandy pray and loved her more for the knowing she had a trust that long ago he had broken, and had been stolen from his own soul.
The sounds of night, the smell of fear, the heat of a warm body and yet the cold of steel, these things right now ruled Donny boy. His mind was not sharp like others; he didn’t always think fast, he was clumsy and often reacted rather than taking time to reason out his actions. Most who know him would say, Donny boy, is a good man. If pressed harder as to why such a judgment would be passed on him. Well he has been known to buy a hungry person a meal or two; he helps feed his neighbors when they are hungry, he gives whenever he can to help others.
No he is not all that smart or good looking but he can talk, if God didn’t give him any other gift he sure gave him that one, because Donny boy can talk from sun up to sun down and never say the same thing twice. Somebody might mention he has always worked hard, not much to show for it, but yes indeed he will do his job. Someone might remember some funny story to tell, but all in all Donny boy is not someone who would be remembered for long after the cold hand of death takes his last breath, to a few, but for most he is like a nice picture you see in a book, yeah looks wonderful, well ok, then when you turn the page it is forgotten. This is the Donny boy legacy, a ok picture as you are around him or he is near, but when you walk away or he leaves he was a memory that is gone.
Tonight is a night of one page in the boring journal of Donny boy’s life. He had started out to make a road trip, not going any place special, but the need to get away from the walls of his small apartment, the need pressing in on him to get away from his depression. He often sit day after day and night after night, alone with TV and his music, he worked, slept, ate sometimes, and mostly lived his life knowing no one cared. Sure once in a while someone would come by, a family member to go out and eat, more out of duty then because they enjoyed being with him.
Donny boy might not be so smart, but he knew when you really enjoy being around someone, you found the time to make it happen. Someone would call, often to tell him how they didn’t know how they were going to make it and he would listen to the tale of woe and if he could he would send them a money order and pray that somehow God would see these small deeds as good fruit and maybe spare him for the sins of which he had done. It could be said Donny boy existed but Donny boy was not alive, he had breath but he might as well be in his grave for the caring of others. Yet he knew when he did close his eyes on that day, people would cry, lie and say oh how much he meant to them, tell some great story about how he was special, and once they walked away from the grave site, the page was turned and he exited their life and memory.
He had started down the highway with nothing more than a direction, South, after a couple of hours he pulled off the major highway and started down some two lane country highways. Watching the old farm houses go by, seeing cows and horses in the fields, a few crops and remembering his childhood days spent on a farm that didn’t do anything to make money but managed to feed the family. Not missing the work but missing the environments of that old farm. The day passed and he was feeling better, the road had caused him to think of something beside his loneliness and now he saw he was crossing the state line.
Donny boy figured when night fall came he would find some cheap motel check in for the night, tomorrow look around at the nearest small town. Talk to the locals and get a feel for the people. There was one thing Donny boy often liked to do and that is talk, and talk to strangers was not a hard thing for him to do. He loved going in to small towns and chatting it up with the locals, finding out what they thought about things in general and shopping the old shops. The feel of a country grocery store could never be found in the big city.
Darkness did in deed find its way to meet him head on, and as if some power above planned the trip out for him, he saw a sign flashing. Greens Motel, and the flashing light, that said vacancies. He had parked out front went in to find a dumpy older lady who looked like the last time she smiled was when a baby and if she smiled now her face would crack like that of a porcelain doll. She sent him to a room at the far end, charged him sixty dollars for one night. The room smelled of old, when he opened the door, but appeared clean. The old color TV looked to be as old as the wood panel walls, and he was surprised to see it had four channels that worked and the picture was at least clear on one station.
After a hour of resting Donny boy drove back up the highway to a small old gas station, that also said fresh sandwiches made to order. There was one ole boy in the place when he walked in and soon he was gone, there was behind the counter the beauty he had always wanted to see but knew would never be his. Sandy had smiled that tired smile, the cleavage was just enough to catch his attention and she asked what she could do for him. He had ordered a ham sandwich, gotten a coke out of the box and just started to talk to Sandy, not in a hurry to leave this little beauty for the night with the old TV.
He heard it before he saw it, a old pickup roared into the station, sliding on the gravel as it came to a stop. In walked a big guy, with enough hair on his face to pass for a bear. Donny boy stepped back from the counter and stood eating the ham sandwich and watching Sandy paying little attention to the guy at the counter till he saw a gun pop in his hand. His mind was slow and it took Donny boy more than a minute to realize that gun was pointing at the most beautiful work of art God had ever made. He didn’t really hear the demand for money and wouldn’t of stopped him any way, he only saw fear in those eyes of an Angel. Without thinking, without hesitation, Donny boy grabbed a can of something; it may have been corn but most likely pork and beans, wrapped his hand around it and swung. He caught the big bear right on the temple and the big guy slowly started to turn. Fear now hit him, what the heck was he doing, that big jerk didn’t go down. He pulled back and took a second swing, this time putting all his weight behind the blast. He felt the jar go up his shoulder, felt pain shoot down his wrist, not even sure where he caught the bear this time, but the big guy was going down.
Now a sharp witted Donny boy would of grabbed the gun, he would turned to see what was going on outside, but the dull witted Donny boy just stood there staring at the cleavage when a voice yelled look out. Donny boy turned in time to see the other guy coming from the truck toward the building a gun in hand. He heard more then he saw as the bullet must of made the hole in the glass and felt the breeze as the bullet found something else to hit, to close not to almost pee yourself.
Donny boys mind opened up and it began to work in high gear, he ran behind the counter dragging the woman of his dreams into a little closet that was behind the counter. Shutting the door and pulling boxes of some kind of stuff in front of it. The room close and tight and dark and he felt Sandy cling to him soon they were crouched down, looking through the crack of the door, praying the would be bandits would empty the register and flee.
To Donny boys dismay not only had they not left the bear wanted to put a knot or too on the attackers head. They light suddenly was gone and someone was trying to pry the door open, Donny boy wanted a weapon but in the dark room the only thing he could feel was Sandy pressed next to him. Then the loud bang and the pressure of the kick to the door, as quick as it started it ended just when Donny boy knew the door would smash open, the attacker left. The light was shining in the crack again, and he heard a new voice yell out, anyone here anyone at all.
Donny boy raised and began shoving boxes aside, Sandy pressed back against the wall but kept a hand on his arm, he felt her tremble and knew, or hoped he was making the right choice. He pulled the door open and with a great feeling of relief he saw that standing there was a old man in a deputy sheriff uniform. As the light hit them in the face he turned to see Sandy with tear stains on her cheeks and a smile, a real heart burning smile. Worse though he tried not too, the male hormones forced him to, he looked down as she was coming through the doorway her top pulled open more and yes, it was true, he saw the small tip of the golden mountain. She had on no bra and the lose top let all be seen, he tried to look away, knowing his face was red but couldn’t for what seemed like a hour though in fact only a moment look and behold. The near death experience didn’t matter, for that one quick look he knew he would of fought ten o the bear guys to win that smile and that glimpse of the forbidden mountain.
Both of them started to talk at once, Joe, told them to wait and he called in off his handheld radio and before he got done taking the statements he heard on his radio the men had been caught just up the road.
When all the questions were done, and Donny boy promised to come back for the court day it was time to lock up and Sandy to go home. Donny boy was not only shocked but happier than he ever been in his whole life when she asked if wanted to walk her home and maybe stay and have some coffee.
Now I won’t go into all the boring details of the remaining night, however Donny boy did not use his hotel room. Three months later he was standing in a small church, in a small town with a lot of people who would soon be his family saying I do. As days moved into years, Donny boy found more had changed in his life then he would of ever guessed, he found faith again, and knew indeed that God still listened and heard prayers, and most of all when things were the darkest God would bring in a new light and life for your soul if you let him. Every night before he goes to bed, he walks into the room of his two little girls, they don’t care that he limps a little, and that what hair he has is far grayer then that of their mother, they don’t care that he forgets things. For they know he loves them and they know that until God calls him home he will love them and their mommy and give all, even his life if need be to protect them.
The day did come when Sandy stood with the two girls only in their teens, as they stood upon the ground that was to receive a long brown box. Sandy smiled at her girls knowing she would go forward, maybe even marry again for she was still young, yet having a piece of a heart that lived every moment and felt every bit as full of love. Donny boy after all wasn’t dead; he was just in heaven getting their new home ready for them when they came. Donny boy knew when he closed his eyes for the last time, which those gathered around him, they had never cared about his money, which was good as he had none, never cared that he was old and grumpy, they were there because they really loved him and would miss him and that brought a certain peace with the leaving.
The preacher told the story of a hero, one who came from nowhere to save a girl on a dark night, to find love and happiness and a home. His last words were not dust to dust, but hero’s never die.
Donny Boy, Hero or Not(Rich Puckett)
The light was blinding him, he felt every bone in his body was going to break, the salty taste of sweat was on his lips, hands felt clammy, and though he hated to admit it he could smell the stink of his under arms. He felt her head pressed against his shoulders, no more tears but his shirt still held the wet spot from where they had poured like a fountain from her only moments ago or was it hours. Except for that bright light burning in his through the crack his face pressed to, the hiding place was as dark as the darkest night without a star or moon.
Now Donny boy sat, no more like a scrunched up like a pretzel, a girl he didn’t know, fear his only friend and he didn’t even really understand how it all happened. He listened to the smallest noise, he could hear his own heartbeat, he could hear the breathing of the long blond hair, blue eyed girl, who some might say was a little plump, but he thought when he first saw her, wow, what a beauty. He knew her name from the little blue tag that hung on her blouse just over the pocket of the right breast, which he had already noticed on more than one occasion was very nice, the white skin showing more and more of itself from the opening of the blouse that now missed the button which had protected those beauty’s from falling out, that had allowed a perfect measure of cleavage to show but not enough to do more than say, don’t you want to see what hides here. Sadly, if not for the fear, the waiting, the not knowing, he would have been looking more down them than at the light. Yet he could not help but to look down as the cloth slid a bit more to the side and he thought in his mind he could feel the hot flesh press into his arm. At least he found some peace in knowing he was alive and could still feel the male lust, or desire, to even want to peak.
He could hear the sound of drip, drip, drip, somewhere, maybe it was water from a leak and it was raining outside, or maybe a faucet in the restroom down at the other end only twenty feet away but seemed as if a thousand miles. He could hear the purr of an electric motor, no doubt from a cooler, that stood with its gleaming bright glass and sliding doors that lined one whole wall. His mind puzzled on why only the sound of one motor, shouldn’t there be more? Donny boy wanted to run, but couldn’t and even if he could glancing down at the bright light shinning on that smooth skin, wishing he could see the tip, you know the part that always seemed to be kept hid even if all the rest was shown, the gold at the end of the mine, the part that every guy called a taste of heaven. Yes he wished he could work his arm in a way to just get a peak, then life would have meaning, if he had to go from the living to the dead, why not go with a smile. No he would run, cause maybe, just maybe he would see that peak of the two mountains that would make his last memories of earth, a bit more like heaven. Even if he never saw that flash of such beauty he knew he couldn’t leave her.
Sandy was only maybe twenty six or seven, he was old enough to be her dad and yet he day dreamed of her kissing him and loving him and he knew nothing of her.
Oh Donny boy knew if not for the circumstances of this day she would not be pressed into him, he would of seen her like so many others, saw the beauty of her smooth face with the full lips, caught a gleam from the sparkle in her eyes. He would of said something clumsy to her, she would of flashed a smile, you know the kind, that makes your heart beat fast and you take a deep breath and wonder at the beauty. His eyes would looked down at the milk white skin, of the two perfect globes of flesh and wanted to see more knowing it would never be. He would of seen the slight pug of belly thinking how nice to reach out and touch it, feel soft sponginess of flesh but never really get that chance. Could a person fall in love at first sight?
Donny boy didn’t know the answer to that question, but he did know at first sight you could see someone such as Sandy, and want to love her. Yet he was no fool, he was too old, he wasn’t, even in his youth the kind of guy who could walk into a room and have the girls go oh and ah over. He was then a good boy, now a good man, common in every way. He had a fair job, a good smile, easy to talk with and quick to find a joke, but no nothing but common. No one would ever understand his loneliness or feel the cold side of his heart for he covered it up like a blanket on a cold night. Girls like Sandy would have been nice to him but never interested.
He remember when in high school some of the guys talked him into taking a risk and approach a girl who was very much like this, Sandy. He managed to walk up to her say hello and even feeling a bit of hope when she smiled asked if she would like to go up to the towns small restaurant with him for a burger. She tried not to laugh, you could see her trying to hide it and act flattered but the urge was too strong and once the laugh started she couldn’t stop it with tears in her eyes, she tried to say she was sorry. No he learned right then and there, he was not of the same class as girls like that and he promised to never put himself in such a place again. His buddies thought it had been a great joke, they too laughed till tears rolled down the cheeks. No a fool once but never twice.
Donny boy heard the sound as if a million miles away of car or truck, speeding down highway 101. For just a moment he hoped they would pull off the highway and maybe just maybe bring some help. Yet, a part of him didn’t want help, wanted to go on feeling the heat of both those mountains of dreams pressed on either side of his arm. Maybe it was a deep perverted something wrong in his head, but even as fear penetrated his mind, made him feel like he needed to take a leak and prayed he didn’t let it go in his pants, he found something to want, yes even found a moment of comfort in knowing it would end and looking down, almost, darn, almost he could see it.
Then he heard it a slight shuffle of feet, a shadow cast against the light, Sandy shied and pressed tighter he felt her hot breath on his chest as her arms went around his neck, the soft smooth sound of a whisper, oh please I am not ready to die, so soft yet it carried to his ears, at first he thought she had spoken to him but then realized it was to a higher power she spoke.
Donny boy believed in a higher power too, or at least he used to. He wondered now if he were to pray for help would fear leave him. Would this higher being in the sky suddenly give him the strength of Samson, or the courage of Daniel, maybe he would place a sling in his hand and five stones and he could be a David and Sandy would look at him with love in her eyes, her rescuer. Maybe he would see more the courteous smile, or the face of fear, maybe than he could see the face of a angel that face that love gave.
When the eyes shine with a brightness not made by human hands, that look of a glow to the skin, where the lips become perfect and something changes. That look like none other, a beauty that cannot be matched. If he could be her hero, maybe then she would want him, old wouldn’t matter, thin hair wouldn’t matter, his list of weakness would all be as much gone as the night and darkness, replaced by the pounding of love from the heart and soul. No Donny boy knew if he prayed, he would have to pray for forgiveness, not for the great list of carnal sins but well like maybe this too was in that list, trying to see that little dark mountain on the tip of the bigger globs that Sandy pressed into his arm.
No he knew his sins were many small ones but the biggest was his lack of trusting and believing anymore. Maybe it wasn’t that big guy in the sky, God, who had let him down; people said you can’t blame him for the church. Well the church had fled from him when his ex-wife decided to have a life of her own. They didn’t help him, give him strength, love, or even listen to him or hold him through his tears, no they abandoned him as the bad fallen creature.
He should of seen that coming for most often the church loved those who paid big into the offerings, and smiled on those who would take some task that no one else wanted to do, but when you slipped, they pointed the guns of the mouth at you, and the bullets in the form of shouted and talked and whispered about the sinful creature that you were. No Donny boy has seen the love of Christ showed all to often in the church, as they fought over the way money was being spent, as they voted out preacher after preacher because they gotten a little too close to home with a sermon.
He never understood how they could elect a preacher, proclaim he was the man of God sent to them to guide them and lead them. Then for no real reason at all turn on him like a pack of wolves destroying him and his family with out a thought and yet say they were the love of Christ.
Right now Donny boy wanted to pray, to trust, to know that God was not the people but something higher and bigger, yet no faith could he find. So he let Sandy pray and loved her more for the knowing she had a trust that long ago he had broken, and had been stolen from his own soul.
The sounds of night, the smell of fear, the heat of a warm body and yet the cold of steel, these things right now ruled Donny boy. His mind was not sharp like others; he didn’t always think fast, he was clumsy and often reacted rather than taking time to reason out his actions. Most who know him would say, Donny boy, is a good man. If pressed harder as to why such a judgment would be passed on him. Well he has been known to buy a hungry person a meal or two; he helps feed his neighbors when they are hungry, he gives whenever he can to help others.
No he is not all that smart or good looking but he can talk, if God didn’t give him any other gift he sure gave him that one, because Donny boy can talk from sun up to sun down and never say the same thing twice. Somebody might mention he has always worked hard, not much to show for it, but yes indeed he will do his job. Someone might remember some funny story to tell, but all in all Donny boy is not someone who would be remembered for long after the cold hand of death takes his last breath, to a few, but for most he is like a nice picture you see in a book, yeah looks wonderful, well ok, then when you turn the page it is forgotten. This is the Donny boy legacy, a ok picture as you are around him or he is near, but when you walk away or he leaves he was a memory that is gone.
Tonight is a night of one page in the boring journal of Donny boy’s life. He had started out to make a road trip, not going any place special, but the need to get away from the walls of his small apartment, the need pressing in on him to get away from his depression. He often sit day after day and night after night, alone with TV and his music, he worked, slept, ate sometimes, and mostly lived his life knowing no one cared. Sure once in a while someone would come by, a family member to go out and eat, more out of duty then because they enjoyed being with him.
Donny boy might not be so smart, but he knew when you really enjoy being around someone, you found the time to make it happen. Someone would call, often to tell him how they didn’t know how they were going to make it and he would listen to the tale of woe and if he could he would send them a money order and pray that somehow God would see these small deeds as good fruit and maybe spare him for the sins of which he had done. It could be said Donny boy existed but Donny boy was not alive, he had breath but he might as well be in his grave for the caring of others. Yet he knew when he did close his eyes on that day, people would cry, lie and say oh how much he meant to them, tell some great story about how he was special, and once they walked away from the grave site, the page was turned and he exited their life and memory.
He had started down the highway with nothing more than a direction, South, after a couple of hours he pulled off the major highway and started down some two lane country highways. Watching the old farm houses go by, seeing cows and horses in the fields, a few crops and remembering his childhood days spent on a farm that didn’t do anything to make money but managed to feed the family. Not missing the work but missing the environments of that old farm. The day passed and he was feeling better, the road had caused him to think of something beside his loneliness and now he saw he was crossing the state line.
Donny boy figured when night fall came he would find some cheap motel check in for the night, tomorrow look around at the nearest small town. Talk to the locals and get a feel for the people. There was one thing Donny boy often liked to do and that is talk, and talk to strangers was not a hard thing for him to do. He loved going in to small towns and chatting it up with the locals, finding out what they thought about things in general and shopping the old shops. The feel of a country grocery store could never be found in the big city.
Darkness did in deed find its way to meet him head on, and as if some power above planned the trip out for him, he saw a sign flashing. Greens Motel, and the flashing light, that said vacancies. He had parked out front went in to find a dumpy older lady who looked like the last time she smiled was when a baby and if she smiled now her face would crack like that of a porcelain doll. She sent him to a room at the far end, charged him sixty dollars for one night. The room smelled of old, when he opened the door, but appeared clean. The old color TV looked to be as old as the wood panel walls, and he was surprised to see it had four channels that worked and the picture was at least clear on one station.
After a hour of resting Donny boy drove back up the highway to a small old gas station, that also said fresh sandwiches made to order. There was one ole boy in the place when he walked in and soon he was gone, there was behind the counter the beauty he had always wanted to see but knew would never be his. Sandy had smiled that tired smile, the cleavage was just enough to catch his attention and she asked what she could do for him. He had ordered a ham sandwich, gotten a coke out of the box and just started to talk to Sandy, not in a hurry to leave this little beauty for the night with the old TV.
He heard it before he saw it, a old pickup roared into the station, sliding on the gravel as it came to a stop. In walked a big guy, with enough hair on his face to pass for a bear. Donny boy stepped back from the counter and stood eating the ham sandwich and watching Sandy paying little attention to the guy at the counter till he saw a gun pop in his hand. His mind was slow and it took Donny boy more than a minute to realize that gun was pointing at the most beautiful work of art God had ever made. He didn’t really hear the demand for money and wouldn’t of stopped him any way, he only saw fear in those eyes of an Angel. Without thinking, without hesitation, Donny boy grabbed a can of something; it may have been corn but most likely pork and beans, wrapped his hand around it and swung. He caught the big bear right on the temple and the big guy slowly started to turn. Fear now hit him, what the heck was he doing, that big jerk didn’t go down. He pulled back and took a second swing, this time putting all his weight behind the blast. He felt the jar go up his shoulder, felt pain shoot down his wrist, not even sure where he caught the bear this time, but the big guy was going down.
Now a sharp witted Donny boy would of grabbed the gun, he would turned to see what was going on outside, but the dull witted Donny boy just stood there staring at the cleavage when a voice yelled look out. Donny boy turned in time to see the other guy coming from the truck toward the building a gun in hand. He heard more then he saw as the bullet must of made the hole in the glass and felt the breeze as the bullet found something else to hit, to close not to almost pee yourself.
Donny boys mind opened up and it began to work in high gear, he ran behind the counter dragging the woman of his dreams into a little closet that was behind the counter. Shutting the door and pulling boxes of some kind of stuff in front of it. The room close and tight and dark and he felt Sandy cling to him soon they were crouched down, looking through the crack of the door, praying the would be bandits would empty the register and flee.
To Donny boys dismay not only had they not left the bear wanted to put a knot or too on the attackers head. They light suddenly was gone and someone was trying to pry the door open, Donny boy wanted a weapon but in the dark room the only thing he could feel was Sandy pressed next to him. Then the loud bang and the pressure of the kick to the door, as quick as it started it ended just when Donny boy knew the door would smash open, the attacker left. The light was shining in the crack again, and he heard a new voice yell out, anyone here anyone at all.
Donny boy raised and began shoving boxes aside, Sandy pressed back against the wall but kept a hand on his arm, he felt her tremble and knew, or hoped he was making the right choice. He pulled the door open and with a great feeling of relief he saw that standing there was a old man in a deputy sheriff uniform. As the light hit them in the face he turned to see Sandy with tear stains on her cheeks and a smile, a real heart burning smile. Worse though he tried not too, the male hormones forced him to, he looked down as she was coming through the doorway her top pulled open more and yes, it was true, he saw the small tip of the golden mountain. She had on no bra and the lose top let all be seen, he tried to look away, knowing his face was red but couldn’t for what seemed like a hour though in fact only a moment look and behold. The near death experience didn’t matter, for that one quick look he knew he would of fought ten o the bear guys to win that smile and that glimpse of the forbidden mountain.
Both of them started to talk at once, Joe, told them to wait and he called in off his handheld radio and before he got done taking the statements he heard on his radio the men had been caught just up the road.
When all the questions were done, and Donny boy promised to come back for the court day it was time to lock up and Sandy to go home. Donny boy was not only shocked but happier than he ever been in his whole life when she asked if wanted to walk her home and maybe stay and have some coffee.
Now I won’t go into all the boring details of the remaining night, however Donny boy did not use his hotel room. Three months later he was standing in a small church, in a small town with a lot of people who would soon be his family saying I do. As days moved into years, Donny boy found more had changed in his life then he would of ever guessed, he found faith again, and knew indeed that God still listened and heard prayers, and most of all when things were the darkest God would bring in a new light and life for your soul if you let him. Every night before he goes to bed, he walks into the room of his two little girls, they don’t care that he limps a little, and that what hair he has is far grayer then that of their mother, they don’t care that he forgets things. For they know he loves them and they know that until God calls him home he will love them and their mommy and give all, even his life if need be to protect them.
The day did come when Sandy stood with the two girls only in their teens, as they stood upon the ground that was to receive a long brown box. Sandy smiled at her girls knowing she would go forward, maybe even marry again for she was still young, yet having a piece of a heart that lived every moment and felt every bit as full of love. Donny boy after all wasn’t dead; he was just in heaven getting their new home ready for them when they came. Donny boy knew when he closed his eyes for the last time, which those gathered around him, they had never cared about his money, which was good as he had none, never cared that he was old and grumpy, they were there because they really loved him and would miss him and that brought a certain peace with the leaving.
The preacher told the story of a hero, one who came from nowhere to save a girl on a dark night, to find love and happiness and a home. His last words were not dust to dust, but hero’s never die.
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