Bugs - Day 4
Timmy twisted and squirmed and pushed until he was completely worn out. No luck. He was stuck really good.
Timmy had thought he had heard someone outside of his new prison, but after a bit, he knew he was all alone.
Timmy wanted to cry, but he was a big boy and held it back. The poking in his back hurt some, but not as much as the newly discovered throbbing in his right leg. He couldn’t see his leg, but man it hurt.
“Mom?” Timmy tried to yell, but alas, only a whisper came forth. Timmy closed his eyes and wondered what he should do. He thought of his heroes on TV, but he couldn’t remember any episodes where they escaped from being stuck in some trees.
So he did the only thing he could think of – he let himself cry.
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The man stared up at the light in disbelief. He had always believed in God. In fact, he spent most of his day talking to God. But this was the first time he had actually heard God speaking back. To an outsider, the light was just one of those spectacular beams of light that from time to time peek through the woods and alight upon just one spot. To an outsider, the just finished rain gave the sun beam a brilliant white look, the just finished wind was allowing the particles of the woods to settle slowly back to earth, dancing in the beam. But to the man, it was God talking directly to him.
After staring at the light beam for a full five minutes, the man nodded and headed toward the boy’s back yard.
The man didn’t know that the most of the town was still upset by that thing that happened earlier in the summer. The man didn’t know that that thing was actually just a story fabricated by a group of twelve year boys to scare the girls. The man didn’t know that he was the topic of the boys’ story; that, according to the story, he was naked and had chased the boys, screaming out vulgar comments about what he was going to do with them if he caught them; that most of the town wanted to go into the woods and get rid of him.
The man didn’t know any of this. He just knew God had sent him on a mission and he …. would … not … fail ….
The man stepped out of the woods just about where Timmy had started his adventure. Timmy’s mother, sitting on the picnic table in their backyard saw him and scream. The two policemen who were standing near Timmy’s mother drew their pistols and pointed them directly at the man. The neighbors who had gathered to try to console Timmy’s mother jumped to their feet in shock.
The man took two more steps forward, raised his arms out stretched, and proclaimed:
“Your son is okay. He is down the hill, stuck in a pile of brush. Come on, I’ll show you,” and the man turned to show them where Timmy was.
But all the people heard where grunts and squeals. The same grunts and squeals that issued forth from this man’s mouth over the last forty years.
“BANG”
The policeman’s pistol recoiled and blue smoke floated out of the barrel.
The man stumbled and then fell to the ground.
And then there was silence.
Timmy had thought he had heard someone outside of his new prison, but after a bit, he knew he was all alone.
Timmy wanted to cry, but he was a big boy and held it back. The poking in his back hurt some, but not as much as the newly discovered throbbing in his right leg. He couldn’t see his leg, but man it hurt.
“Mom?” Timmy tried to yell, but alas, only a whisper came forth. Timmy closed his eyes and wondered what he should do. He thought of his heroes on TV, but he couldn’t remember any episodes where they escaped from being stuck in some trees.
So he did the only thing he could think of – he let himself cry.
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The man stared up at the light in disbelief. He had always believed in God. In fact, he spent most of his day talking to God. But this was the first time he had actually heard God speaking back. To an outsider, the light was just one of those spectacular beams of light that from time to time peek through the woods and alight upon just one spot. To an outsider, the just finished rain gave the sun beam a brilliant white look, the just finished wind was allowing the particles of the woods to settle slowly back to earth, dancing in the beam. But to the man, it was God talking directly to him.
After staring at the light beam for a full five minutes, the man nodded and headed toward the boy’s back yard.
The man didn’t know that the most of the town was still upset by that thing that happened earlier in the summer. The man didn’t know that that thing was actually just a story fabricated by a group of twelve year boys to scare the girls. The man didn’t know that he was the topic of the boys’ story; that, according to the story, he was naked and had chased the boys, screaming out vulgar comments about what he was going to do with them if he caught them; that most of the town wanted to go into the woods and get rid of him.
The man didn’t know any of this. He just knew God had sent him on a mission and he …. would … not … fail ….
The man stepped out of the woods just about where Timmy had started his adventure. Timmy’s mother, sitting on the picnic table in their backyard saw him and scream. The two policemen who were standing near Timmy’s mother drew their pistols and pointed them directly at the man. The neighbors who had gathered to try to console Timmy’s mother jumped to their feet in shock.
The man took two more steps forward, raised his arms out stretched, and proclaimed:
“Your son is okay. He is down the hill, stuck in a pile of brush. Come on, I’ll show you,” and the man turned to show them where Timmy was.
But all the people heard where grunts and squeals. The same grunts and squeals that issued forth from this man’s mouth over the last forty years.
“BANG”
The policeman’s pistol recoiled and blue smoke floated out of the barrel.
The man stumbled and then fell to the ground.
And then there was silence.
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