He Killed Our Father

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  • snowbird
    snowbird

    SEE YOU TOMORROW

    Was the way our school bus driver dismissed each child from the rickety WWII relic which transported the "country" children to the "city" school high on a hill overlooking "town."

    His long, gnarled fingers operated the lever that opened the creaky doors so that each child could alight safely on the black soil of home. He wore a cap that was turned at a jaunty angle, and whistled while he drove. We kids admired and respected him.

    When one particularly outrageous girl made bold as to sass him, we shunned her womanlish bummy for weeks. It was only her willingness to share some of her Sugar Babies that made us reluctantly allow her renewed fellowship. Even then, she had to mind her p's and q's.

    He knew us, knew our fathers, mothers, brothers, sisters, grandparents, and sixth cousins! He also knew our strengths and weaknesses, and would praise and encourage our efforts to learn. He was a good man who made the best and most of what life handed him.

    Rest in peace, Mr. Edgar Lee Williams.

    I'll see you tomorrow, God willing.

    Syl

  • nancy drew
    nancy drew

    Don't let that horse eat that violin cried Chagall's mother

    but he kept right on painting the horse with violin in mouth

    and when he finally finished it He jumped upon the horse

    and rode away waving the violin

    and then with a low bow gave it to the first naked nude he ran across

    and there were no strings attached.

    lawrence ferlinghetti

  • Quentin
    Quentin

    CoCo......you always make a point...making a point can, at times, be a struggle, that I will concede ( painfull as well ). Your current story has a number of points. If one, such as I, who has the brain of a spider monkey can see it, imagine the impact you have on those with a deeper grasp of your written words. I hope you can continue.

    The fire of the forge softens us...laid upon the anvil we are shaped...all to often into what we do not know...yet, we seek to understand what we have become...

  • compound complex
    compound complex

    Thanks, Syl, for that beautiful story (I have similar memories), and Quentin, for your thoughts of some 25 minutes ago. I'll fill you in more later on the direction the story is taking.

    Gotta go for a bit, but wanted to say hello and thanks!

    CoCo

  • compound complex
    compound complex

    Thanks, Nancy Drew. I really enjoyed that.

    Different, but captivating.

    CoCo

  • compound complex
    compound complex

    I can read him like a book.

    His face, his actions. Not his mind. Not until I had read his words, words dripping with love and despair and unfulfilled expectation. I know the pathway to his mind now. I will follow it, follow it till I enter into his mind's deepest caverns: to look, to probe, to fall to my knees, awed.

    His heart is burning - this I know, O how I do know it - and only I can smother the flames that sear his soul. He is beautiful and requires, yes, he requires, that someone take tender care of him. He is fragile and can easily shatter, shatter into pieces that will be swept away. His porcelain skin is lustrous and must not be marred. The mane of burnished gold that falls about his neck, left and right, frames a visage that can be described in no manner other than Adonisian. It must not be hacked off and left to blow away in the wind, forever away ...

    I will erase him. I shall erase all traces.

  • snowbird
    snowbird

    You're welcome, CoCo.

    When you bade us a hasta manana, that story just popped out of nowhere.

    This thread is shaping up to be another TADP.

    Syl

  • Quentin
    Quentin

    TADP. ...???

  • snowbird
  • compound complex
    compound complex

    "I cannot cast out the old way of writing and I cannot acquire the new. I have made intensive efforts to feel the musical manner of today, but it will not come to me." Sergei Rachmaninoff

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