ABOUT
THE AUTHOR
Jimmy Mason is 29 years old. He spends his free time from being a stay at home father writting. His work has never been published and he's only now begun to rewrite rough drafts. His world is one of fantasy and insanity. [June 2007]
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Stanley Jimmy Mason
Nora awoke to a spring fog staring grey and emotionless through the window. She brought the covers back over her head and scrunched down as far as her pillows would let her. She hated days like this. The air so thick with moisture that every breath was like drowning. Days like this made that day last year seem tolerable. Last year, Nora woke on a morning much like this one. However that morning ended with red emergency lights pulsing through the mists. Nora knew today could meet the very same end. She peaked out from under her heavy comforter, Yep still there. That same flat grey she remembered from last year. The very same slate grey that haunted her daily since. The eyes of the little boy staring at her through it all. His eyes matching the grey all around them, his eyes at her window when she looked again.
She froze, praying she would awaken from this night mare she seemed to be in. The boy’s prowling eyes roamed her bedroom, Nora moved to the foot of her bed turning her blankets off.
“ Stanley ?” She asked.
The boy’s brow furrowed and creased with sudden anger. He brought his fists above his head and then smashed the window in. Nora brought her arms up to guard her face and heard the boy screaming.
“ It wasn’t my time! It wasn’t my turn! Can’t you understand It wasn’t for me!”
Nora uncovered her face. The fog had begun to seep through the newly broken window, the boy nowhere to be seen. Nora knew better, Stanley was still there. Nora jumped out of bed, ran to her bathroom door got inside and locked it tight. A bout of weeping took full authority over her, she slid down the wall and sat there hugging her knees. She felt a light touch on her head, and then it came again. Her hair was being stroked. She looked up into the grey orbs of Stanley. Nora opened her mouth to scream but all that came out was a choked squeak, Stanley continued to stroke her hair.
“ It’s ok “ He said softly, “ I know your scared, but you have no need to be.”
Nora couldn’t speak, She could hardly breathe chilled to the core and quivering. Stanley tightened his grip attempting to comfort her.
“ All you need to realize Nora is that it wasn’t my turn, It wasn’t for me. You must understand, It was for you.”
Nora looked up into his face with tear stung eyes.
“ It was an accident Stanley.”
He embraced her hard this time and held her fast like a padded vice.
“ I know. I know it was an accident Nora, but you can’t trade. Don’t you see that? Look what it’s done to us and our lives.”
Nora thought she finally could understand.
Driving down the curves of white oak lane in her small blue hatchback, on a slate grey foggy spring morning . A boy on a dirt bike with a newspaper satchel slung over his shoulder. Nora sees the boy’s reflectors stuck on the back of his jacket an instant before his foot slipped his pedal. The boy’s foot struck the ground and swerved him directly in front of on coming car. Nora slammed on the brakes screaming and jerked her steering wheel to the right. She saw the boy’s eyes looking at her in surprising recognition as he blurred by her window, The back bumper caught the boy’s back tire and she went smashing into the forest that lines the road.
“ Hey kid! Kid wake up! Come on you got it.”
Stanley looked up into the paramedic’s face, His ankle hurt like hell.
“ You took a nasty fall, we have your ankle in a splint and we got to take a ride to the hospital. You’ll be fine though kid, your a tough one.”
With that the paramedic smiled at him and another came over. They lifted him and his stretcher up and loaded him into the back of an ambulance. Stanley saw that there were three cop cars and another ambulance, being loaded into this one was another stretcher with a blanket over it.
The last thing he saw before the two doors were shut was red emergency lights pulsing through the mists.
THE END
READER'S REVIEWS (3) DISCLAIMER: STORYMANIA DOES NOT PROVIDE AND IS NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR REVIEWS. ALL REVIEWS ARE PROVIDED BY NON-ASSOCIATED VISITORS, REGARDLESS OF THE WAY THEY CALL THEMSELVES.
"I love it. I totally understood it. i thought that this took alot of imagination and time. This is a great piece of work. All I can say is keep them comming." -- April Lankford, Chattanooga, Tennessee, USA.
"Really Good! I was a bit confused about the end. I think that's my fault, since I can be a bit dense at times. Also I must agree that the first paragraph doesn't roll of the tongue as easily as it could. I did, however, like it as a whole." -- Jenny , you know where, Illinois, United States.
"Very nice. Very nice. email it to me and ill edit it for you. and add some story building ideas down at the bottom in little captions. and double space it too man!!!!!" -- Jameson, Oak Rdige, TN.
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