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The Ballad of JW |
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Jana Tovey Member
since 2000-05-30
Posts 257USA |
We rode off for the border in the dusk before the night, no time to pack a suitcase or even say goodbyes. She sat in the middle, you and I on either side, and no one said a single word until we passed the county line. I watched the rearview mirror, we’d raised a dusty cloud, but I didn’t see another car following anywhere behind. She said, “I think we made it” but your eyes said something else, I watched the road behind us dreading every turn and twist. One hundred miles behind us, before we saw the lights, surely we were safe now, but fear hung heavy in your eyes. More lights exploded in the night, red and blue revolved, sirens split the silence, and I pulled off the road. One lone man walked to my door his hand upon his hip I heard your oath, mingled with her gasp, and I began to sweat. His eyes alighted on me and evil was his gaze he pushed me out onto the dirt and grabbed her by the hair. I heard her cry, “no, pa” then everything went black. When I came to, it was you and I tied to the bumper at the back . She was softly moaning, and it was deadly dark outside. I was thinking of my folks and all things I’d left unsaid. Suddenly, and without cause, a shotgun cracked the night, the moaning ceased, and dread replaced any hope that I had held. You told me you were sorry, that I was a good friend, and that if you could you would surely save me from this end. I never saw it coming, but for the terror in your eyes as he made us crawl into the car and belt ourselves inside. He shot you first, in the heart, then aimed his gun at mine, he rolled up both our windows, and pushed us from behind. It felt like we were falling, that’s when I lost my grip... I looked outside the windows as the car began to slip. Dark skies became murky as the water inched on up... I could tell we were sinking... to a grave we’d not escape. Ten years past...a sleepy traveler, wakes up with a start her dream it seemed so vivid that the images still last. She saw a face from her childhood, and another never known, both sitting upright in a car, with water trapped inside. She missed her friend for so long, he’d disappeared one night... funny how our memories flow as we travel through the night. Wonder why I’m dreaming this, nagging doubt sets in... sadness seeps up through the night and she longs for her old friend... [This message has been edited by Jana Tovey (edited 06-01-2000).] |
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StarrGazer Senior Member
since 2000-03-05
Posts 679Texas |
nicely done funny how our subconcious comes up with images and ideas seemingly out of no where |
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Joel the wolf Senior Member
since 2000-04-06
Posts 1333Angels Camp |
Yes our dreams a concept in imagery and deceit, overpowering my friend, a wonderful read. Joel. I howl a mournful song, that echos within my chambered heart, for all to read? nay for all to feel. |
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