ABOUT
THE AUTHOR
Larry D. Griffin lives in Dyersburg, Tennessee. [October 1999]
Twenties Larry D. Griffin
Twenties
Armagnac had been sober for eleven years. Alcohol created no problems for him in his life now. But that did not mean that he did not have problems. He had been out of work for over a year. With the dip in the economy, people had little use for his home repair expertise. In hard times people preferred to let things just run down or make do by fixing them themselves. Angelica was Armagnac's daughter. Last night she had come to visit him. Angelica had been to the doctor. She needed some minor surgery. She had no money. Armagnac had no money to give her for the operation. They had no insurance. This bothered Armagnac, and the next morning it still worried him. Armagnac walked to the front door of his small apartment. After he turned the knob, the dry desert wind whipped the door wide open. His fifteen year-old Chevy was parked outside. He had a full tank of gas. He had avoided driving the car for a couple of weeks. He had been walking. He wanted to save the gas for an important occasion. He decided that today was that occasion. He locked the door behind him. He walked to the car and got in. It started easily. Armagnac pulled the Chevy into the street and started driving toward the center of the tall city. When he was in the canyons of the skyscrapers, he drove up and down the streets. It was early. The sun was up, but the streets were still deserted. At the stoplights where he caught the red lights, Armagnac talked silently to God. Armagnac drove all over downtown. The parking lot at the club was empty, so he pulled the Chevy to the middle of the asphalt. He opened the door. He thought he would get out and walk around a bit. He needed a solution to his problem. Where would he get the money for Angelica's surgery? He opened the door of the Chevy. The strong wind pulled the door handle from his hand. He turned in the seat and placed his feet on the asphalt. When he did so, Armagnac looked down. Under his foot was a dollar bill he thought. He stood up, his foot still on the bill, and then he reached down and picked it up. It was a crisp new twenty. Andrew Jackson. Armagnac stuck the index finger of his right hand in his mouth. He licked his finger wet all around. Then he pulled his finger out and stuck it straight up in the air. Armagnac's finger got colder first in the direction toward the back of the Chevy. Armagnac smiled. The wind was blowing from east to west. Armagnac looked straight west, the direction in which the Chevy was pointed. Before him he saw the stretch of the parking lot, the street, a vacant field next to a school, and beyond that, about two blocks away, a chain link fence that bordered an empty lot. Armagnac started walking slowly toward the fence. The hot wind felt good at his back. He crossed the street. He walked into the field adjacent to the school. About halfway across the field, he started walking little faster. He could already see papers and other wind blown debris caught in the fence. When he got closer, Armagnac could see the money, lots of bills. He walked along the fence and picked them up. When he was certain that he had them all, he started back to the Chevy. On his way back across the field, he counted the bills. Including the bill he found when he got out of the car, there were twenty-four of them. He counted the twenties a second time and a third time. Each time there were twenty-four of them. All Armagnac could remember was the answer to the question he had asked Angelica the night before--how much would the operation cost? She had said, "Four hundred eighty dollars."
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"Great little story, Larry. Very touching and symbolic. Keep writing!" -- Sharman, Melbourne, Australia.
"This story is cool - the message is good and truthful. I just found some sentances too short, but I loved the story" -- Matt, Johannesburg, South Africa.
"Well done, Larry. It's so difficult to get a viable story into a short piece of text." -- Gerald Hornsby, London, UK.
"Dr. Griffin - a fine example of what you taught me years ago at OU....the difference between 'affect' and 'effect'! Of course, each sentence easily led to the other and the deliberate and necessary brevity made it all the more impressive. Not unlike a phrase you used in a poem that I think went like this...'flash photo fast'...click...click...we are given snapshot after snapshot of leaving a door, opening a car, heat on our backs and paper stuck in a fence. Of course, back in '78, 480$ might have been sufficient for this 'minor surgery' that Armagnac knew he needed to find...somewhere. The reader of course is left with that literary aftertaste - like wine on the palate - that it'll form a different characteristic with each time you run through it! Thanks!" -- Dr. James Murphy, Romulus, New York, US of A.
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