Quercus
January 27th, 2012, 03:34 AM
(Warning this story is coming right out of the blue.. NOTHING is pre-planned, im just letting my fingers and creativity go!)
My coffee was getting cold as I sit outside of a small coffee shop a couple blocks from Time Square. It sure was weird being in one of the most populous city's in the world.. yet feeling so alone. Every person that passed me by had a different story, different events that happened in there life that probably would amaze me. I wondered how awesome it would be to read peoples mind, but then my sanity chased the thought away trying to convince myself I wasn't crazy.
I thought of years before... Back when times were alittle more simple and not so crazy. When the only thing i had to worry about was keeping my gas tank on that old green Chevy car from "E" and Mary riding shotgun with me.
Mary... I pondered on the thought of her beautiful face, and wondered what she was doing that very moment. If she ever thought of me after that night, that night I asked her to runaway with me to a bigger city, to bigger opportunities, to be just her and I living on our own being whatever we want to be.. I reminisced to the actual conversation.
"Hunny, run away with me! You and I forever, with no one to put us down, no one to tell us what to do and how to live OUR lives!" Her head hung low. I knew what she was thinking... I knew her, every inch of her. She was mine (Or so I thought) we had known each other for as long as I could remember, our small town left not much space between us.
"Jeff, I love you, I love US! I love our little town, all of our memories are here. Our first kiss over by the old hickory tree.. That one time we ran off into the hay bales for our first time. My parents Jeff... My parents.." I noticed a tear starting to form in her beautiful eyes. "New York City has nothing more to offer us then flashing lights and big city folk. Smitty offered you a job at the mill, for $15 an hour!" I interrupted "I don't want to go work at the mill!!! I don't want to be another one of the people in town that lives off of the mill, depending on it to support there family!"
The tears flowed, and I couldn't stop them.. The girl I loved was crying because of me, was hurting deep, deep inside because of me. It killed me, and make the lump in my throat grow bigger. "I hate this! You need to stay, or im done!" She was serious, and it hurt me. "Im sorry." Was all I could say as I got off the floor of the old barn we first made love in. I hated listening to the boards squeak as I walked across them, it made me realize that it all was real, that I was walking away from the women that loved me.. and that I loved.
A car near by honked and snapped me back to reality, I felt water near my eyes and apprehended I was starting to cry. I casually wiped my eyes with the sleeves of my black coat. I started to think to myself "Mary was years ago and your still thinking about her??" The alcohol never killed the pain, the sad songs always made it worse, and other girls just never cut it. I was stuck in a rut and wondered if I would ever get out of it? What the answer was to getting over something that meant so much! I drank the rest of my coffee that was now the temperature of the winter air around me, and started to walk in the crowds of New York wondering where I was going next? Home? No, lonely walls starring back at me didn't sound appealing. Theater? Probably not, the happy couples on the Oh-So fake movies wouldn't cut it. I pressed the pedestrian button to cross 3rd street. I knew a couple blocks away were a couple of antique shops that always had something interesting to look at.
I waited for the "green man light" that always made me giggle, it was just silly. An older man stood beside me waiting for the same "green man light" he was bald, and wore a leather coat that seemed wore from years of abuse. The look on his face was like that of a troll, wrinkly, muscular, and lumpy. He seemed somewhat lost in his cell phone, like there was a very important message he was receiving, or he was just playing angry birds. The man turned green and I giggled as I started to step out onto the black asphalt. My eyes steered away from traffic observing the path ahead of me, and thinking how long it would take me to get to the antique stores.
"Halfway through the intersection" Seemed I talked to myself more then i should.. but I didnt care. A loud noise sheered through the crisp air... and everything was black.
"Jeff, Jeff, hunny its time to wake up... your gonna be late for work if you dont get up!" I peered my eyes open to find Mary sitting on the bed giving me that silly look she always gave me. "Yea, yea im up!" I horsed out "I made you coffee, its in the kitchen waiting for you." She was standing looking in the mirror throwing her hair into a ponytail, I always loved the sloppy look she gave her hair. Made me want to hug her and tell her how much I loved her! A scream came from down the hall and got louder as it neared the bedroom a child ran in jumping and jumped on the bed and gave me a hug... "Daddy I had a bad dream last night!" Mary sat down on the bed with her left leg crossed, but her right leg hanging off the bed. At the age of 13 a cheerleading accident broke her right leg, so she always babied it when she could. Mary with a concerned voice spoke "Dylan, what was your........"
"Clear!" I felt a jolt and my chest lifted up. "We have a pulse!" My eyes started to open to a bright light shinning in my eye.. I didnt even mean to but words came from my mouth "What happened?" I noticed my voice was soft, and I could barely understand myself. A voice Id never heard before spoke with a loud voice. "Sir, you were run over by a truck. You were dead for 10 minutes, is there anyone we can call to let them know that you were in an accident?" "No..." It sounded like I hadn't drank anything for 2 days.
DEAD?!?!?
I remembered a dream... Mary was there, and we had a son... A SON!
Was my dream really what I wanted in life? Did I want a kid named Dylan? I wanted a cup of coffee every morning waiting for me in the kitchen... I NEEDED to see Mary folding up her messy hair in the mirror. But no, I had to leave, I had to say those two little words "I'm sorry." Two little words that meant so much, that changed my life. I never thought id be here, laying in this stretcher with no one to call because I got ran over by a truck.. Never
That was probably my first real story Id wrote. I hope people will comment on what they thought! You wont hurt my feelings! Trial&error my friend.
My coffee was getting cold as I sit outside of a small coffee shop a couple blocks from Time Square. It sure was weird being in one of the most populous city's in the world.. yet feeling so alone. Every person that passed me by had a different story, different events that happened in there life that probably would amaze me. I wondered how awesome it would be to read peoples mind, but then my sanity chased the thought away trying to convince myself I wasn't crazy.
I thought of years before... Back when times were alittle more simple and not so crazy. When the only thing i had to worry about was keeping my gas tank on that old green Chevy car from "E" and Mary riding shotgun with me.
Mary... I pondered on the thought of her beautiful face, and wondered what she was doing that very moment. If she ever thought of me after that night, that night I asked her to runaway with me to a bigger city, to bigger opportunities, to be just her and I living on our own being whatever we want to be.. I reminisced to the actual conversation.
"Hunny, run away with me! You and I forever, with no one to put us down, no one to tell us what to do and how to live OUR lives!" Her head hung low. I knew what she was thinking... I knew her, every inch of her. She was mine (Or so I thought) we had known each other for as long as I could remember, our small town left not much space between us.
"Jeff, I love you, I love US! I love our little town, all of our memories are here. Our first kiss over by the old hickory tree.. That one time we ran off into the hay bales for our first time. My parents Jeff... My parents.." I noticed a tear starting to form in her beautiful eyes. "New York City has nothing more to offer us then flashing lights and big city folk. Smitty offered you a job at the mill, for $15 an hour!" I interrupted "I don't want to go work at the mill!!! I don't want to be another one of the people in town that lives off of the mill, depending on it to support there family!"
The tears flowed, and I couldn't stop them.. The girl I loved was crying because of me, was hurting deep, deep inside because of me. It killed me, and make the lump in my throat grow bigger. "I hate this! You need to stay, or im done!" She was serious, and it hurt me. "Im sorry." Was all I could say as I got off the floor of the old barn we first made love in. I hated listening to the boards squeak as I walked across them, it made me realize that it all was real, that I was walking away from the women that loved me.. and that I loved.
A car near by honked and snapped me back to reality, I felt water near my eyes and apprehended I was starting to cry. I casually wiped my eyes with the sleeves of my black coat. I started to think to myself "Mary was years ago and your still thinking about her??" The alcohol never killed the pain, the sad songs always made it worse, and other girls just never cut it. I was stuck in a rut and wondered if I would ever get out of it? What the answer was to getting over something that meant so much! I drank the rest of my coffee that was now the temperature of the winter air around me, and started to walk in the crowds of New York wondering where I was going next? Home? No, lonely walls starring back at me didn't sound appealing. Theater? Probably not, the happy couples on the Oh-So fake movies wouldn't cut it. I pressed the pedestrian button to cross 3rd street. I knew a couple blocks away were a couple of antique shops that always had something interesting to look at.
I waited for the "green man light" that always made me giggle, it was just silly. An older man stood beside me waiting for the same "green man light" he was bald, and wore a leather coat that seemed wore from years of abuse. The look on his face was like that of a troll, wrinkly, muscular, and lumpy. He seemed somewhat lost in his cell phone, like there was a very important message he was receiving, or he was just playing angry birds. The man turned green and I giggled as I started to step out onto the black asphalt. My eyes steered away from traffic observing the path ahead of me, and thinking how long it would take me to get to the antique stores.
"Halfway through the intersection" Seemed I talked to myself more then i should.. but I didnt care. A loud noise sheered through the crisp air... and everything was black.
"Jeff, Jeff, hunny its time to wake up... your gonna be late for work if you dont get up!" I peered my eyes open to find Mary sitting on the bed giving me that silly look she always gave me. "Yea, yea im up!" I horsed out "I made you coffee, its in the kitchen waiting for you." She was standing looking in the mirror throwing her hair into a ponytail, I always loved the sloppy look she gave her hair. Made me want to hug her and tell her how much I loved her! A scream came from down the hall and got louder as it neared the bedroom a child ran in jumping and jumped on the bed and gave me a hug... "Daddy I had a bad dream last night!" Mary sat down on the bed with her left leg crossed, but her right leg hanging off the bed. At the age of 13 a cheerleading accident broke her right leg, so she always babied it when she could. Mary with a concerned voice spoke "Dylan, what was your........"
"Clear!" I felt a jolt and my chest lifted up. "We have a pulse!" My eyes started to open to a bright light shinning in my eye.. I didnt even mean to but words came from my mouth "What happened?" I noticed my voice was soft, and I could barely understand myself. A voice Id never heard before spoke with a loud voice. "Sir, you were run over by a truck. You were dead for 10 minutes, is there anyone we can call to let them know that you were in an accident?" "No..." It sounded like I hadn't drank anything for 2 days.
DEAD?!?!?
I remembered a dream... Mary was there, and we had a son... A SON!
Was my dream really what I wanted in life? Did I want a kid named Dylan? I wanted a cup of coffee every morning waiting for me in the kitchen... I NEEDED to see Mary folding up her messy hair in the mirror. But no, I had to leave, I had to say those two little words "I'm sorry." Two little words that meant so much, that changed my life. I never thought id be here, laying in this stretcher with no one to call because I got ran over by a truck.. Never
That was probably my first real story Id wrote. I hope people will comment on what they thought! You wont hurt my feelings! Trial&error my friend.