An Excerpt from “An Online Romance”

On a muggy late October night in South Louisiana, Ezra Lee Toussaint was sitting on his sofa scrolling past profiles of ladies on a dating site. He lived outside of New Orleans, Louisiana, and couldn’t seem to find any ladies that interested him nearby. So he increased the distance parameter on the app and continued searching.

Ezra was a disabled thirty-seven-year-old. He stayed in a one-bedroom apartment and of course lived off of a government pension from Social Security Disability. The reasons for his disability were that he was schizophrenic and later became diabetic, due to side effects from his medication.

Around the age of thirty-four he had lost a lot of weight, but still needed to take his schizophrenic medication as well as monitor his blood sugar and take insulin shots for the rest of his life.

Because of the cost of his medications and supplies as well as their side effects in addition to the debilitating mental effects of Schizophrenia, he decided it would be much more practical to draw disability and keep his medical benefits instead of being at the mercy of employer-sponsored health insurance.

He spent his waking hours working on his 1985 Jeep Comanche pickup truck, riding around at night, listening to his scanners, watching videos, or reading online.

He had all the time to do whatever he chose, whenever he chose, but his life was incomplete. He was missing the love of a good woman.

There was a good woman in his life about five years prior, but she called it quits on him out of the blue.

He spent a good while getting over that relationship, but then he decided to get on several dating sites and put himself on the market.

On this night he wasn’t having much success with the app.

It seemed that the only women who wanted him were well below his standards and the ones that met his standards all eventually ghosted him.

Ezra was getting ready to give up on these apps and find an alternative way to meet women when he saw her profile.

Her name was Sadie, she was 31 years old and from rural Marshall County, Alabama.

He studied her profile extensively and realized that she fit his standards exactly.

She was an SSBBW with a very pretty face, long flowing reddish-blonde hair, sparkling blue eyes, and the most beautiful curves.

On her profile she stated how she is indeed a big lady and if any potential mate of hers cannot deal with that, then just not waste their time and don’t even contact her. She stated how she wanted a man that would treat her like a queen, hold her by her waist, kiss her just because, and love her for her. She also stated how she is an excellent cook and despite her size, she’s the one to take and meet your family. Her profile then stated how she never smokes, or uses drugs and only drinks alcohol on special occasions. As her interests, she posted that they include hanging out with her family, riding around at night, swimming, playing games on her phone or tablet, and cuddling but only with the right man. She finally said how she is on disability because of her weight, but that means she can take care of herself financially and doesn’t want any man’s money, but rather his time, loyalty, affection, and love. Her height was listed as five feet.

Even though he wasn’t actually in her presence, Ezra felt immensely giddy as his heart skipped several beats.

For a few minutes he simply stared with great admiration at her pictures.

During those minutes, Ezra was going through in his head how he would write the perfect message for her, “Hey. I don’t know how to begin this, but let me first say that I am very picky about whom I would date. However, you seem to exceed my standards by far, and not only that I think you are beautiful and sweet. I want to get to know you more and if you are the right one for me, I would indeed treat you like a queen, hold you by that sexy waist of yours, shower your beautiful face with kisses just because and yes I could love you for you and let me say that you are indeed very lovable. I’m already crazy about you and if you would only know how giddy I feel just by looking at your profile, maybe you would somehow like me too. I know I am in Louisiana and you’re in Alabama, but gosh durn it, it wouldn’t matter to me how close or far you were, for you I would find a way to make it work. There aren’t any worthwhile women where I am, but you, well…you are more than worthwhile, you seem so perfect for me! I look forward to corresponding with you, so please give me a chance!”

Ezra sighed as he tapped the send button.

He then set his phone down and walked into the kitchen and took his medication.

Afterwards, he tested his blood sugar and saw that it was low, so he drank a cold can of Wild Cherry Pepsi.

He then turned on his scanner and listened as two towboat captains were coordinating their movements on the Intracoastal Waterway. He listened intently until he heard his phone go off.

A chat head appeared with Sadie’s picture.

Ezra took a deep breath then began to read the message.

“Hey. I’m really touched by what you told me. I also read your profile and you seem like a decent guy and yes I would be open to you getting to know me. I want to get to know you as well. I also think you’re really cute! It’s quite okay that you’re all the way in Louisiana because there are no worthwhile young men around here who are willing to pay attention to me, but I’m glad you are. You made me blush a whole lot when you told me that my waist is sexy. And yes, I am really happy that you are that you’re willing to make this work. Maybe you are the young man of whom I have been praying about. I hope you are serious about loving me for me because I am bigger than I appear in my pictures. I do weigh a little over four hundred pounds. When most guys find out exactly how big I am they ghost me. You seem really sweet, so I hope you are somehow different. I hope you would still want me now that you know my true weight and I promise you that I have an even bigger heart. Please write me back and let me know how you feel.”

Ezra’s heart swelled with joy that the young lady whom he was already catching feelings for was mutually interested in him. He knew he had to make it clear to Sadie exactly how much he was attracted to her. So, carefully, he typed back, “I’m so sorry all those other guys ghosted you but it’s their loss not yours. I hope it is also my gain and I apologize if that sounded wrong. There is something I want you to know and I pray you don’t think I am a pervert, but here goes: I am exclusively attracted to bigger women. There is just something about them that drives me wild but in a very good way. And if she has a pretty face like yours, I’m even more attracted. A skinny woman doesn’t have that effect on me. And a skinny woman wouldn’t ever make me happy but someone your size would make me the happiest man there is! I meant what I said when I told you how I think you’re beautiful and sweet. I won’t ever ghost you, but I will honor you and cherish you if you indeed let me! Please don’t ever ghost me either though. You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen and you have such a sweet and pure heart, that I want you even more now. I just hope this continues.”

A minute passed, then Ezra’s phone alerted him to another incoming message from Sadie. It read, “Oh, I don’t think you’re a pervert because you’re attracted to bigger women. Actually, I’m glad you are because you’re really cute and sweet and if you didn’t like bigger women you probably wouldn’t be talking to me right now, so it’s quite all right. Don’t be so hard on yourself. I know you’re falling for me and I will admit that I am falling for you as well, but I have to make sure you are right for me. I am indeed attracted to you physically and I think you are really sweet as well, but I need to know most of all that you are a Christian and that you are a humble gentleman. I’m almost sure that you are are the latter, but I need to make sure that you are also the former. If you indeed are, then you will have the keys to my heart. But I must know. Let me close by saying that I hope you are because I really do like you and I could see you making me happy. Please let me know.”

“Why don’t I call you and explain it to you? It would be easier to say it verbally than to write it all down.”

“Sure. I bet you have a cute voice.”

They then exchanged phone numbers.

Ezra then called Sadie.

“Hey you!” She answered.

“Hi,” Ezra said.

“Well tell me all you need to say.”

“Okay, here goes: I am indeed a Christian and have been since my teen years. There is something else you must know about me and that is I get disability. First I got it for being schizophrenic, which I got saved while I was recovering from my first mental breakdown. A family member presented The Gospel to me and I surrendered to it. Most of my family is Catholic, except for this family member, and I always noticed how he was closer to God than the rest of them, so I hung on to his every word. It was the best choice I ever made when I got saved! The medication I take for schizophrenia caused me to eventually become diabetic. I was heavy from my twenties until my early thirties then at age thirty-four, I lost the weight, mostly from strict dieting because of my diabetes. I allow the Lord to direct my paths and I acknowledge Him every step of the way. I would also be in a lot of trouble without Him. If you ever meet me, you will see that I carry a SwissGear backpack and a small Igloo cooler everywhere I go. I carry my medication and diabetic supplies, as well as a few cool personal gadgets in my backpack, and I have a few cans of soft drink as well as my insulin in the cooler.”

“I can tell that for sure that you are a Christian and I am immensely happy about that fact! I’m so sorry about your disabilities, but maybe they make you humble, or at least I think they do. Could you tell me about the other stuff you carry in your backpack? I hope it is all legal stuff.”

Ezra replied, “Well, some of the stuff I carry may not be legal in New York or California, but it is perfectly legal in the rural South. I have my tablet with its charger, a scanner radio also with its charger, a Leatherman multi-tool, a Swiss Army Knife, three different tactical flashlights one of them has a USB-C charger the other two run on disposable batteries, my Bible, two flash drives, a power bank, and a scientific calculator.”

“That’s neat. But why do you have three flashlights?”

“Well one is for general purpose lighting. The other has a regular white light but also a red light for use at night such as fishing or looking for worms or just looking around in a car while riding and not disturb the driver. The third one is for self-defense, it is very bright and has a strobe feature that can disorient an attacker then I can hit him in the head with the flashlight while he is disoriented. There’s a lot of crime in Louisiana and my psychiatrist won’t clear me for a concealed weapon permit, so I had to improvise. As you can see I like to be prepared.”

“My Daddy carried a Leatherman on him everywhere he went, but he willed it to me when he passed away.”

“What did he die of?”

“He was big like me and couldn’t get his blood pressure under control, so four, almost five years ago, the Sunday just after Black Friday, he was out hunting with the new rifle he had just purchased and had a stroke out in the woods. We have a scanner too and heard EMT’s talking about him on it. He died hours later at the hospital.”

“I’m so sorry and he seems like he would have been a good man.”

“Oh he was. Maybe he would have liked you.”

“What was he hunting for?”

“Wild hogs. He wanted to roast one for Christmas Dinner but had to work up until Christmas, so this was his only time off, until Christmas Eve.”

“Oh, that sounds delicious. What was his job?”

“He worked at a gun store and he loved to hunt in his free time.”

“If scanners upset you, I won’t play mine in front of you. I know it must be traumatic to hear one go off.”

“Well, that’s very sweet and thoughtful of you, but it doesn’t bother me.”

“What do you listen to on yours, anyway?”

“Mostly boat traffic. If that isn’t too active, I listen to the fire departments.”

“And why do you carry that Leatherman and Swiss Army Knife?”

“Just so I can help myself or others should the need arrive. It seems I am always using them to fix something at my church. I see them more as tools than weapons, and I do enjoy helping others.”

“Now you sound like my Daddy, but I like it.”

“I know you know that I am a Christian. I hope you think I am also a humble gentleman.”

“Yes. I do, but I just had to make sure you were first.”

“Yay.”

“You seem happy.”

“Well, the young lady of my dreams thinks I am a gentleman I would say that makes me happy!”

“So, since I am the young lady of your dreams, why don’t you make me yours?”

“How do you want me to do that?”

“Ask me, silly.”

“Okay, I need to know your full name first, so I can do this right.”

“It is Sadie Claire MacBride. What’s yours?”

“Ezra Lee Toussaint.”

“That’s a neat name.”

“Thanks.”

“Okay, are you going to ask me?”

“Yes: Sadie Claire MacBride, will you be my girlfriend? I don’t have much to offer you, but I do promise to give you my time, my loyalty, and my affections!”

“Of course I will, and you’ve just made me a very happy lady, Ezra Lee Toussaint! I hope and pray that this is just the beginning!”

“It is just the beginning and I hope and pray that you are the one because I cannot picture anyone better!”

“I hope you are the one as well and I cannot wait to meet you in person!”

“How about we try to Thanksgiving week. I’ll save some money from when I paid on November 3rd.”

“Sure. But I’m too fat to drive myself so you’re going to have to come to me.”

“That’s fine. And don’t be so hard on yourself because I think you’re the most beautiful lady ever! Anyway, I have a 1985 Jeep Comanche, but it runs just as well as any truck made today. And I will gladly come to see you.”

“You’re so sweet and I think you’re the cutest man I’ve ever seen!”

“Thank you!”

“Hey, what time is it?”

Ezra looked at his G-Shock, then answered, “10:44.”

“I have a doctor’s appointment in the morning, so I need to get some sleep. I too have high blood pressure because of my weight. It’s under control, thanks to the medications, but I need routine monitoring.”

“You do get disability as well, or at least your profile says so.”

“Yes, I get my Daddy’s survivor’s benefits. I use them to pay me and my Momma’s bills and the utilities. The trailer and the land are paid for, thank God!”

“Yes. Thank God indeed.” Ezra paused then continued, “There is something I want to tell you tonight, and every night before we go to sleep.”

“What is it?”

“Good Night Tidings.”

“Okay.”

“Here goes: I wish I was in your presence to lovingly give you good night hugs and a kisses goodnight, then gently tuck you into your bed. But I also pray that The Good Lord watches over both of us tonight and every night as we sleep. Finally I pray that we are together forever, because I only want you and no one else. Now, you get you some rest and I will take my medication.”

“That was very sweet and just know that I desire and pray for those very things as well!” Sadie paused then continued, “I will text you good morning and I will call you when I am out of my appointment. If you want we can spend some time then.”

“Okay. I will be waiting. I’ll probably be doing laundry tomorrow, but I’ll make time for you.”

“I know you will.”

“Okay, good night.”

“Good night.”

Ezra took his medicine then went to bed happier than ever.

Likewise Sadie went to bed filled with more joy than ever.

They dreamed about each other all night long…

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Post Modernism’s Influence on my Thinking and Writing

Post Modernism has heavily influenced my later writings, I think that is obvious. It was since my late teen years that I was first exposed to it and at least on the subconscious level, it began to inspire me and take root. It wouldn’t be until my early twenties that it had begun to shape my writing.

In this piece, I will try and describe, how Post Modernism has influenced and inspired my writing. I will try to explore in greater detail than before how I was inspired to write these two stories. I think you, the reader, will be shocked when you find out how far back the inspirations go. I will also touch on the fact that Post Modernism is indeed very much in conflict with my Christian faith.

However, when I allow them to coexist within my heart and mind, I can write some beautiful things. However, Post Modernism is dangerous in all matters concerning the soul and I will admit that until the cows come home. The reason why I find Post Modernism so dangerous to the soul is because it strongly teaches that there is no absolute truth. In fact, I often joke how the Roman Governor Pontius Pilate was the world’s first adherent of Post Modernism, when he asked Christ, “What is truth?” As referenced in the Bible, John 18:38. Pilate eventually went crazy and likely never got saved.

The stories I have written under the influence of postmodern thought were inspired by many external factors that occurred on both my conscious and subconscious levels. Some of these inspirations can be traced back to the Spring of 2005. While there were others, I think the one that stands out the most is my infamous “Grocer and Writer” stories, though I didn’t begin the actual writing of them until the evening of June 30, 2014, and I began writing its replacement, “A Disabled Electrician Turned Writer” in February of 2017.

In a high school Psychology class, back in the Spring of 2005, we were working on an assignment to describe a house and to exchange it with a classmate, but if I remember correctly not to identify yourself. I immediately thought of an older house in the suburbs of New Orleans and in that house is a young man cuddling in bed with his girlfriend. I don’t exactly remember how I wrote it, but I know it was in better detail than the simple mentioning of it in this piece. I know exactly what inspired me to write that, but I am not going to reveal it, because a lot of people in my immediate circle will be angered if I do. When I witnessed what I wrote, almost a year prior, you, the reader, could say I had been exposed to Post Modernism for the first time since an unmarried couple that was cuddling in bed was and likely having relations as well was considered a sin, but here I was exposed to it. The person whom I exchanged it with seemed irritated in her answer to what I wrote and while I remember her name well, I will not mention it. Even though I was on a terrible medication and not very creative at that point in my life, I could still think of stuff like this from time to time. However, the little I was writing at this point in my life was totally different and even old fashioned, compared to the very urbane nature of my stories that reflect postmodern American society, especially those in this piece.

Fast forward to December of 2005, I began writing an anti-Christian Cult story, known as “The Textfile.” I’m not knocking Christians except for a few sects that teach how one must speak in tongues to be saved. That very teaching caused great distress in me. However, I now know that it isn’t Biblical and is borderline blaspheming in my book. I was initially inspired to write it whilst walking around the Houma suburb of Bayou Cane, Louisiana, but also, I had recently watched, “The Notebook” on DVD. I completed it in May of 2006, but then erased it sometime in 2013. In 2017, I began rewriting it strictly from memory, though it too is much more urbane than the original. I completed the newer version in 2019. Throughout the Summer of 2006, I would exchange this story with plenty of people whom I either met in chat rooms or through Myspace. I got some differing reactions, some enjoyed it, some loathed it.

In August or September of 2006, someone read the original version of “The Textfile” then sent me a copy of his or her story known as “Perplexed Existence.” It was a Christian story, written in first person about an emo high schooler who works at a convenience store and has an alcoholic and pill addicted mother. He meets a young lady who leads him to Christ. I read it in one sitting with my undivided attention with no idea how it would inspire my own writing in the future both consciously and subconsciously. I don’t know if it was a true story or a work of pure fiction, but I thoroughly enjoyed it. Whomever the author was and I wish I could remember, but he or she was successfully able to combine Post Modernism with Christianity and did so better than I ever could.

In September of 2006, I was inspired to write a story about a young grocer and his relationship goals but didn’t write the first pieces of it until March of 2018. Throughout the rest of 2006 I was working quite a bit and didn’t have much time for writing, but still managed to do it now and then.

On January 7, 2007, I had met a girl and on that same day entered what seemed like a wonderful and very stable relationship with her, but years later it became quite toxic and finally terminated in 2018. I believe this relationship is also what made my writing more urbane and I quit writing with the old fashioned values my work initially possessed. Some of the people in her family could be seen as poster children of Post Modernism, but I won’t go into detail why because I am trying to make peace with the situation. Her family is influenced by Post Modernism and spreads that influence, in the way they carry themselves.

My writing was probably at its most filthy in the Summer of 2008 when I wrote something that was borderline pornographic about a couple that had met online. Let me say that I was a severely backslidden Christian who was not only writing such filthy literature but I was also fornicating and cohabitating. It was a young studly warehouse worker in Phoenix, Arizona who met a rich, lonely, slightly older but still young woman that lived in Salt Lake City Utah. They had cybersex, but then she invited him over to which he drove all night in his vintage Chevy Blazer and upon arrival, they did many kinky things both in her master bed/bathroom but also near the Great Salt Lake. At some point, after this, I promised The Lord and myself that I would never write anything pornographic again if I were to ever reference sexual intimacy in my writing, I would do so with taste and leave almost everything to the imagination from then on. I’d like to believe that I pretty much kept this promise, although I messed up a time or two. It was the Financial Collapse of 2008, that brought me out of my backslidden state. I started listening to shortwave to hear the rest of the world’s opinion on America and began to hear some Christian preaching as well. Ironically even a false Christian prophet played a role in getting me out of my severely backslidden state, as bizarre as that may sound. There was even a villain in one of my stories based on him.

I started attending church regularly in January of 2009 and attended that church until January of 2018. It was at this church where the ills of Post Modernism were first pointed out to me. I didn’t even know what Post Modernism was until I had attended there but then began to see it everywhere. This was both good and bad because it allowed me to get lots of inspiration for my writing, but also, I realized how bad a shape society is in and how far it fell from grace.

I finished trade school in November 2008 and went to work full time. In some of my free time, I would write. I purchased a small netbook in February of 2009, so I could write whenever I was on the go. I lost my job in September of 2009, due to a still crumbling economy. In October of 2009, I had taken a trip to the Esplanade Mall with my soon to be wife now ex-wife and was inspired to write a story about a teenaged couple at a strict and corrupt catholic high school. I stopped at a now-closed restaurant in Paradis, LA, where her family members were working and began writing some of it. They are suspended for public displays of affection. I called the story, iAffection. The boy comes from a well off family, but the girl and her mother are poor and she attends school on a voucher. I completed it some time in late 2009 or early 2010 and had revised it, but then did a little more work on it around 2009. However, this was my first story with the postmodern qualities and drew some inspiration from that story “Perplexed Existence”, but also the soap opera, “As the World Turns.”

On January 11, 2010, I started working for a God awful grocer and remained working there until September 23, 2011. This place inspired a good bit of my “Grocer and Writer” stories, that is for sure. Several characters were based on managers and coworkers from there, though I would write any of it until well after quitting. Also, around this time I had visited a young couple who was struggling financially and living in Paradis, LA. This moment would inspire a scene in “A Disabled Electrician Turned Writer.”

In the Summer of 2011, I began work on a dystopian story. It was about a teen couple in a forbidden romance because of the Nazi styled government in power. I had a dream back in February of 2003 which was the inspiration behind it. It was completed in the Summer of 2012. There are some postmodern elements to it. This story came to me in a dream I had quite possibly in the early morning hours of February 9, 2003, though it would take me another eight years to get it into text.

In February of 2012, I began writing “Radiant Affection”, which was initially supposed to be a form of repentance for writing “The Textfile.” I worked on it on and off until 2014, but I still contribute to it from time to time at the time of writing this piece. I know where to go with it, I just need to fill the gaps in between. This story doesn’t have the Post Modern element that the others do.

On June 30, 2014, after taking a trip with my parents and then-wife now ex-wife to the New Orleans area, I came home and was inspired to write what would be the beginning of my “Grocer and Writer” stories. As I’ve mentioned before, the New Orleans area has always been inspirational for my writing and it is inspirational to others in their respective forms of art. There is just something about it. Well, it takes place in New Orleans though not specifically mentioned in the stories themselves but little hints are left. The sins of fornication and cohabitation are committed in these stories, but my characters do repent and begin to plan marriage until one is murdered and the other dies of a broken heart. I wrote it initially from that day in 2014 until early 2016, when I felt as if I should write something that would make the racial tension worse than it currently already was. While it reeks of Post Modernism, it also teaches that we all deserve to love and be loved, even despite appearance or disability.

So, in March of 2016, I began to write something that taught those similar values, but without all the racial and ethnic tension that was going on during the Obama years. It was about a train conductor and an aspiring writer who meet online in a writing forum. I didn’t get too far off the ground with it and eventually moved on to other things. Something else I wrote in 2015 and continued in 2016 was a teen drama known as “Those Years.” Both of these try to teach how everyone deserves to love and be loved. I didn’t get far enough with either story to have my characters commit any serious sins.

I had also taken quite a few trips to the New Orleans area throughout 2016, and just about every time, I drew at least some inspirations.

In February of 2017, I began writing another story, A Disabled Electrician turned Writer. It too takes place in the New Orleans area, though not exactly mentioned. I was inspired to write it by witnessing the lifestyles of those connected to my then in-laws now ex-in-laws. However, I wasn’t able to get that far with it. There are some sins of cohabitation and fornication that occur, but my characters do plan to repent. Like the others, it teaches that everyone deserves to love and be loved. I wrote it from 2017 to 2019, then went on hiatus.

In the Summer of 2017, I wrote, “Two Foamers in Love” but didn’t get very far with it. It is one of the least sinful stories influenced by Post Modernism; all sex occurs within wedlock and it is done discreetly. But you know what they say, right? Sex sells. Well, controversy in general sells. It is easier for me to write a sinful story than a wholesome one, a lot easier. God is dealing with me about this and has been for some time. Also, for whatever reason life seems more romantic before marriage than after. I don’t know if that is Post Modernism or just the human condition in general. Actually, there are some scriptures I could reference that deal with this subject and explain why married life isn’t as romantic as pre-married life and it is due to a curse put on humanity by God, to remind us that we are sinners in a fallen world.

In the early Spring of 2018, I began writing my “Relationship Goals of a Young Grocer” stories but didn’t get all that far with it. There is indeed some sin occurring, but still, I guess I was too distracted to focus on it. Well, I was going through a divorce and also trying to secure my own place of residence. Later in the Spring of 2018, April 16, to be exact, I wrote “An Autumn Squall Line” about an impoverished couple riding out a severe thunderstorm in a shotgun house in Uptown New Orleans. In the original version, they were cohabitating, but on August 11, 2018, I changed it to a married couple, though still quite impoverished. Around this time was when God began to deal with me about writing such sinful literature.

In the Fall of 2018, I wrote “Love Among Terrorism” which was dedicated to me and my then-girlfriend, now ex-girlfriend. There was no cohabitation nor fornication, just a terrorist attack and a couple worried about each other.

Throughout 2019, I had added pieces to many of the aforementioned series of stories. I also completed the new version of “The Textfile.”

In the last days of 2019, I went through a breakup, but then began writing a new Post Modern influenced story, with equal Christian influence known as “Second Chances.” I am going to try my durn well best not to let my characters sin, though they do spend an innocent Christmas Eve together and cuddle all night long. Like the others, it takes place in the New Orleans area. By this point, even my Post Modern influenced writing had evolved.

In early 2020, before this Coronavirus was an issue in The States, I began writing a new series known as “Bohemian America.” It takes place in New York City and the surrounding area, but there are references to Louisiana. Yes, there are some sexual sins, but only by a couple who is in love and does desire marriage, one of the members of that couple are triracial, and I wrote that to atone for previous works I had done that likely contributed to the racial tension in America. Again I was just inspired by all that I was observing, so can you, the reader, blame me? I sure hope not! I’ve only publically displayed a piece of it that doesn’t show the sinning.

While I have written plenty of factual works during this Coronavirus pandemic, I haven’t written any fiction to say fiction. It’s like a partial writer’s block has set in. Of course, I hadn’t been drinking my Wild Cherry Pepsi like I usually do, something which usually fuels my creativity. When life gets back to normal, hopefully, I’ll start writing fiction again and resume my “Second Chances” stories as well as “Bohemian America.”

Yes, intimacy is referenced in much of my Post Modern influenced writing but it is overwhelmingly done with taste and not in a pornographic fashion as was the case in 2008.

So, yes, Post Modernism has influenced my thinking since about 2004/2005 but didn’t start showing up in my writing until 2009 and not realized until 2014.

Yes, it makes good writing, but is in conflict with Christianity and certainly does not honor God, so likewise if I am going to continue writing with Post Modern influence, I’ll need God’s help to not allow it to be sinful.

Of course, if you, the reader, are a Christian, then I covet your prayers.

I guess this, therefore, concludes the piece on how Post Modernism has influenced my writing over the years and I hope you, the reader, have been informed, enlightened and maybe even entertained…

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Excerpts from “Radiant Affection”

I began writing this in the early parts of 2012 as a replacement to my story “The Textfile” or at least the original version.  I have been working on it ever since.  While I do present the Gospel in this story (not shown in these excerpts), there is some fornication and cohabitation occurring, so as a Christian, I cannot show it publicly in its entirety.  However, I want to show these excerpts so I can make it known that my two characters love each other immensely and have been in love for four years, but also show what they are up against because of their relationship.

Without further ado, here are the excerpts:

…It was a cold and dry Thursday afternoon on February 4, 2010. Logan had just clocked out of his work. He locked the building, then started up his truck and, as usual, drove to the library. Upon arrival, he retrieved his EDC bag from behind the seat. This bag held his laptop and other personal gadgets. Logan then walked to the second floor and sat down. He connected his laptop through the library’s WiFi system and began to browse the Internet. He checked his email then looked at Myspace and Facebook for a while. When he saw there was no new activity; Logan pulled up the weather report. It indicated that the weather would be sunny and dry, but with near-freezing temperatures. For the night it would be clear and dry but with a light freeze. After reading the weather report; he pulled up the secret web page. He read all of the stories that had been posted since April of 2006 and focused on his computer screen. Logan wondered who would still be writing these since he was almost three years out of high school. He still assumed that this was a prank, so it shocked him that someone would still want to mess with him.

Mila drove to the library to upload a fantasy of her and Logan that she had just completed. Upon finishing with the computer, she walked upstairs to begin her schoolwork. Mila walked through the stairwell doors and entered the room.

Logan noticed that a new story had just been posted to the web page. He was about to read it when, suddenly, the stairwell door opened and in walked a beautiful girl in her uniform skirt. Immediately, he thought of Mila and his eyes were instantly fixated on her. After a few moments of staring, he realized it was indeed Mila. He stood up and watched in awestruck admiration, as she walked in. She noticed him and smiled sweetly. She took a second look at him and realized who he was. It was Logan, but with a more masculine look.

“It’s him!” Mila said with excitement. Immediately, she ran up to him, and said, “I know you! You’re Logan Baines.”

Nervously, but passionately he replied, “Oh Mila, I can’t believe you remember me!” He softly said as they tightly hugged each other.

She humbly replied to him, “Well, you sure are someone who is hard to forget.”

Awkwardly, they stared into each others’ eyes and simply smiled. Mila then said, “I had such strong feelings for you back when you went to school with me and I still do.  Oh, if only you knew.” Mila paused then continued, “I think you felt something for me, I always noticed how you would smile and blush.”

Logan’s whole body became flushed, but he caught himself and said, “Yes, it is true. I had feelings for you back then. I still have those feelings. They never left me.” He paused and then continued, “I would have sought you out back then, but I was afraid of the law and wanted to save you the humiliating scandal.”

Mila replied, “I am eighteen now, and that means I can be your girlfriend and we can do whatever we please.”

Logan swallowed hard and then said, “I would be honored to have you, but…” He paused, then continued, “It’s just I still see that same sweet and innocent girl from four years ago. I have a deep reverence for your beautiful body and soul. I don’t mean to sound like I am talking down to you and I definitely don’t want to repel you. Please understand!”

Mila replied “Oh Logan! Those are the sweetest words I have ever heard anyone say about me. And the fact that they came out of your mouth, fills my heart even more with ecstasy! If only you knew how much I want you.” She continued, “I just hope you are okay with this!”

Quickly she pecked him on the cheek.

Logan blushed and his whole body became warm once again. “Oh Mila, you are just as affectionate and sweet as I imagined. It’s perfectly okay that you kissed me. I would like to give you a kiss as well.”

“If you want to, you may,” Mila said as she smiled. Softly, Logan kissed her. Their lips mixed and became one set.

“This is so wonderful Mila!” Logan said.

The city policeman working a security detail in the library shouted, “Knock it off right now!”

Many people stared in shock.

“Sorry,” Logan said, sheepishly.

Then Mila continued, “Why don’t you come over to my house?”

“Sure, Mila, but what would your parents think?”

“My mom is probably drunk or full of pills and my dad left a year ago.”

“Well, I guess,” Logan nervously said, then continued, “I don’t want you to make you do something you will regret.”

“Trust me, you won’t!”

“Well do you have a car or do you want me to drive you to your house?”

“My dad bought me a car; just before he left my mom. You can follow me home.”

“Very well Mila, I will follow you home.” He became filled with passion and nervousness.

They left the library, not realizing that several of Melody’s elite upper-class were conducting a meeting and that they saw and heard everything that went on between Logan and Mila…

 

Here’s another excerpt occurring a day later:

…After arriving on the campus and parking her car, Mila walked into school happier than ever. She had the most beautiful smile on her face and there seemed to be a glow radiating from her whole body. She sat down alone, in the library, working on her current fantasy. She wrote with passion until the morning bell rang. Slowly, she headed to class, with Logan on her heart. It was her math class, so she knew she needed to try and pay attention.

Suddenly, the school president called Mila’s teacher over the intercom, “Please send Mila Gunther to my office.”

The teacher replied, “She’s on her way,” Then motioned for Mila to leave the classroom.

Mila walked down to the office, wondering what she could have possibly done to warrant her being called down.

She opened the door to the president’s office and he spoke with graveness, “Mila, I have a serious problem with you.” He paused and then said with a fit of confrontational anger, “You want to tell me why you were carrying on in a lewd manner while in uniform?” Mila began to shake. The president continued, “You have tarnished this school’s reputation and we have it on video from the library security camera.”

Mila shook more as she replied, “All I did was kiss him. There are so many others who get away with doing much worse than me.”

The president then replied with even more anger, “It’s the fact that you had attention called yourself by also talking out loud and kissing Logan Baines while in uniform, then having that policeman correct you. There were several civic leaders and local business owners there having a meeting. This disgusting incident is now the impression that everyone in the community will have of a student at our school. You’ve seriously misrepresented us.” The president continued “I am giving you two Saturday schools because of this. Consider yourself lucky, because I could have easily expelled you.” He paused then continued “However, I want you to break up with Logan Baines. If not, you will, indeed, be expelled.”

Mila began to cry as she said, “I cannot break up with him-we love each other deeply and we’ve been in love for almost four years.”

Koresh replied, “I don’t care, so save it for your counselor.”

Mila asked, “Why do you want me to leave him?”

Koresh replied, “Among other reasons; it is part of your punishment for carrying on like a whore and making our school look bad,” He paused, then angrily said, “Now get back to class and don’t you dare step out of line!”

Mila sulked as she walked back into the classroom. She was by no means going to break up with Logan, whom she had been in love with for so long. However, she knew that if anyone found out that they were still together she would be expelled and unable to graduate. The remainder of the day went by very slowly. As soon as school let out, Mila called Logan and explained the situation to him.

Logan replied, “That good for nothing Keith Koresh has gone too far this time. I thought after I graduated he would no longer have power over me.” He paused, then asked her “Well I hope you still want me, right?”

Mila said, “Yes, of course, but we will have to keep it covert. I won’t ever give up on you and me, after all that we share.”…

Yes, this is controversial, but I am trying to teach that Logan and Mila’s love for one another will survive all oppression and corruption.  That was my ulterior motive in writing this story.  The main motive was to present the True Gospel and expose false religion for what it is…

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An Excerpt from “Bohemian America”

I began writing this in the final days of February 2020.  I was inspired to write it by listening to NPR and later, I took a long bath and it started coming to me.  It is about a young violinist named Alexandra Barbu who chance meets and subsequently falls in love with a tortured visual artist named Carlisle Snowden.  They are both troubled, but somehow they manage to bring out the best in each other.  I haven’t gotten that far with it and there are many parts that I cannot publically show with a good conscience.  However, the story of how they meet is quite appropriate so I will be sharing it in this piece.

Here is it without further ado:

…Alexandra rolled her eyes and then left with her uncle.

They walked out of the abandoned building and into his single cab older GMC truck.

“I know that those in your band smoke that dope. I better not find out that you smoke dope or I will kick you out of my house.”

“No, I don’t smoke dope. I’m already fat and if I smoke dope, I’ll likely get fatter and have wrinkles as well.”

“Well, the fact that you are fat means you will never make it in the music industry. So you should go back to school or get a real job like everyone else.”

Alexandra was getting angry, but kept calm and concealed it, saying, “I don’t know, what about Meghan Trainor?”

“I never heard of her,” Her uncle replied.

“That figures, otherwise you wouldn’t have made that ignorant statement.”

“Watch that attitude young lady, you will never be too old for me to backhand you.”

“That’s where you are wrong. If you lay a single finger on me, I will press charges.”

“How dare you! You are riding in my vehicle and staying under my roof and you would press charges on me after all your aunt and I did for you.” There was a tense silence but then he continued, “You know what, give me your money, you owe me for food and rent!”

“I need that money to keep my phone turned on so I can keep in touch with my band,” Alexandra protested.

“Well, that’s too bad. Now give me your money or you can find somewhere else to stay.”

“You’re such a jerk!”

“No, you just need a dose of reality, big time! Now give me your money…”

“I’ll speak to my aunt first,” Alexandra said, pulling out her phone.

“If you call her you can get out right now.”

“Then put me down right here. I’ve had enough of you anyway.”

“Fine, have it your way. Now get out!”

Alexandra unbuckled her seat belt, opened the door and stepped out onto the sidewalk.

Her uncle then flung her violin in its case out the door then said, “And take that stupid instrument with you!”

An artist was standing on the sidewalk painting a portrait of children playing in the sunset and the flying violin knocked down his easel and ruined his painting.

The artist shouted sarcastically, “Thanks a lot you big stupid jerk!”

Alexandra’s uncle sped away.

“Oh, yeah, that’s right. Drive off like the coward you are.” The artist shouted again.

The artist had a look of crushing defeat on his face.

He sat on the steps of his building in a semi fetal position and rocked himself back and forth.

Alexandra walked up to him and said, “I’m so sorry and you are right he is indeed a jerk and a coward.” She set the easel upright then picked up the brushes and jars of paint.

An elderly black lady came outside and said, “Carlisle, I heard you shouting what happened, baby?”

Alexandra spoke up and told her, “It’s partially my fault, ma’am. My uncle was driving me to his house but we had an argument and he kicked me out of his truck. He then threw my violin out as well and it knocked this young man’s easel down and ruined his painting.”

“Well, I’m going to have to call the police then, people can’t just be abandoning minors on a city street.”

“But, I’m not a minor. I’m actually twenty-going-on-twenty-one,” Alexandra said, then continued, “But I do, however, have no place to go.”

The artist spoke, “Wow, I thought I had issues. I’m very blessed compared to you! My name is Carlisle Snowden by the way.”

“You are blessed, Carlisle and your blessings will continue as long as you be a blessing to others. Just remember to keep taking that medicine, keep letting your light of kindness shine to others around you and keep painting those beautiful pictures!” The elderly black lady said.

“It’s nice to meet both of you, I’m Alexandra Barbu.”

The elderly black lady answered her, “You can call me Mother Nellie. I look out for the whole neighborhood and I pray for everybody.” She paused and then said, “Something tells me there was a reason that both of you met.”

Carlisle’s face grew very serious as he looked at her and said, “Mother Nellie, if you’re suggesting what I think you’re suggesting, I believe Alexandra is a bit too young for me.”

“Child, age is just a number. Besides, I know how lonely you are and how you’ve been praying that the Lord send you someone special. She just might be the answer to your prayers! I know you’re one of the few white men in the neighborhood and she is also white. I’m very aware of the racial tension that exists, so I think you and her would be perfect together! While I think mixed babies are beautiful, I know they receive a lot of ill-treatment in this cruel world.”

“You don’t look that old anyway,” Alexandra said.

“I just made thirty-four,” Carlisle replied.

“Wow. I thought you would have been twenty-two or twenty-three, twenty-five, tops. I mean, you are very cute!”

“Well, thanks. I get that a lot. But, see, I’m probably too old for you.”

“What if I told you that I’m very mature for a twenty-going-on-twenty-one-year old and I do like older guys?!”

“I don’t know. You are very pretty and you seem sweet, but I have a lot of reverence for you and…”

“You’re making me blush! It’s a good thing though if you have reverence for me, that means you would treat me well.”

“Yes, that’s true, I suppose.”

“We also have a lot in common, I mean we’re both artists in our own respects. I bet I could play my violin while you paint and inspire you to create some beautiful portraits or I could study your previous paintings and be inspired to play some beautiful music.”

“Come to think of that, as Mother Nellie said, I have been praying that the Lord send me a significant other, and I would want my relationship with her to have exactly those attributes. Maybe age is just a number after all.”

“Well, duh, silly!” Alexandra replied, then continued soberly, “But am I too fat for you, though?”

“As I said before, I think you’re very pretty, weight included! And more importantly, you have a beautiful heart and a brilliant mind!”

“You’re making me blush even more, but I feel so giddy!”

“I can see you blushing and I think it’s adorable! I’d like to kiss you where you are blushing, but I don’t want to overstep my bounds.”

“Aw, that is so sweet. By the way, you wouldn’t be overstepping your bounds. I’d want you to kiss me. In fact, come here and kiss me right now!”

Carlisle walked off the steps and onto the sidewalk.

Mother Nellie said, “I’ll leave you two alone.” She then went inside.

Alexandra grabbed Carlisle then pulled him to her. She wrapped her arms around him and placed her hands on his buttocks. Carlisle gently held Alexandra by her love handles then kissed both her cheeks. She smiled sweetly, then closed her eyes and pecked him on the lips. He pecked her lips in return. Their lips then locked and their mouths sucked and pressed on each other. Then Alexandra buried her face in Carlisle’s chest and he kissed her forehead.

The sun began to set and the Mercury began to drop.

Carlisle and Alexandra began to shiver.

“I can take you up to my apartment if you wish,” Carlisle said.

“Of course. Where else would I go?”

“I’m just making sure. You know I revere you.”

“I know. You’re very sweet!”

Carlisle then picked up his art supplies and opened the building entrance door for Alexandra…

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Trustworthy

I began writing this in October or November of 2008 and edited it several times.  If it seems dated, that’s because it takes place in November of 2006.

It doesn’t teach the lessons I would usually teach, but I still think it is a sweet story.

Though the setting is a city called Melody, the real area that inspired it was Bayou Cane,  Louisiana, along West Park and West Main, around the time of Thanksgiving.  Between late October and Christmas, that area has always been inspirational for me even before I started writing.

So, without further ado, here is the story:

 

On a chilly November evening, a youngster caught somewhere between a boy and man named Luke Frost was getting off of his job at a gift shop in the city of Melody. He went to the circuit breakers and cut off the electricity; then locked all the doors.

Luke was a short and skinny nineteen-year-old with dark, slightly curled hair. Because he was starting out in life, he did not yet own a home or vehicle. Instead, he walked everywhere and rented a small one-room apartment.

On this particular evening, he was not in a rush to get home. Luke decided to walk through the park and watch the sun setting in the sky. After strolling for a spell in the park, he looked at his watch.

The hands indicated five thirty-eight, and he muttered, “I guess I will stay here two more minutes.” The time passed by quickly and it was now dark. “Well Luke, better get going.” He mentioned to himself. He knew he would be hard to spot in the dark as he was dressed in black pants and a navy blue work shirt. He also knew that the park was a dangerous place to be after dark. He began running to make his way out and safely get home.

Earlier that day Rebeka Stanley was riding on a bus from Blues City, with only a backpack full of possessions. She was on the run from some dangerous people. When the bus arrived at the station in Melody, she got off the bus and continued on foot, with no idea of where she was going. However, she felt halfway safe because her adversaries had no idea of her whereabouts. She saw a street sign which indicated the entrance to Melody Park and decided to go in. She also realized that is was now getting dark and cold. Her cell phone was dead, and to make matters worse she had nowhere to go nor did she know her way around Melody. Scared and lonely she decided to go inside the park restroom to at least give her time, rest and protection from the elements. As she walked into the entrance, a tall, dark angry-looking man shouted sexual remarks and made an advance at her. Immediately she pepper-sprayed him in the face and ran in the opposite direction. Frightened even more she did not realize the perpendicularity of the walkway in the park as she was sprinting until she and Luke Frost literally crossed paths. Both were knocked to the ground. A moment later Luke got up and pulled a flashlight from the side pocket of his pants, and shined it to see whom he had bumped into, as it was now pitch dark.

He saw Rebeka sitting down with her knees up, she was a very beautiful blond dressed in a brown knee-length skirt, a white blouse, and a black sweater. Luke was flashed by her and could see right up her skirt but quickly turned away from her, as he automatically had a reverence for her.

He asked, “Are you all right?” He paused but then continued “I did not see you coming and I am terribly sorry that I knocked you down…If there is anything I can do to make it up to you, I’d really like to.” He reached his hand out to her and helped her up as she smiled.

Back on her feet, she said, “I am also sorry I didn’t see you coming either.”

Luke stated with great concern, “It is dangerous here at this hour, you should be inside.”

Rebeka replied, “I…”

“What’s that?” Luke asked.

Rebeka continued “I have no place to go and some man almost had his way with me. That is why I was running.”

Luke now felt not only an attraction but now felt compelling compassion towards her as he said, “I could take you to my place, only if you would want that is.” Rebeka smiled awkwardly and there was a discomforting silence until Luke spoke again softly “Hey, I am sorry if I freaked you out. I am merely suggesting a place for you to be safe and out of the cold. I was not trying where I can take advantage of you. It’s just…”

Rebeka smiled warmly and said, “Go on.”

Luke continued, “It’s just I felt attracted to you when I first saw you. I now also feel much compassion towards you.”

Rebeka now smiled from ear to ear as she spoke sweetly, “I am hoping you really mean that.”

Luke put his hand towards her and held her as he said, “Of course I do. Now, exactly what brings you to Melody anyway?”

Paranoia struck her and she said, “Can I tell you later? I am afraid someone is listening.”

Luke replied, “Tell me whatever, whenever, wherever.”

Rebeka beamed and said, “You seem so sweet; I wish I could trust you.”

Luke nodded as he looked at her and said “I totally understand, the way I see it is trust is something that must be earned. It is up to you if you want to give me the chance to earn your trust.”

Rebeka smiled and said, “Yes I am willing to give you the chance. I mean what other choice do I have?”

He smiled took her by the hand and said, “My name is Luke Frost, by the way.”

She replied, “I’m Rebeka Stanley.”

Quickly they left the park and headed to Luke’s apartment. Rebeka undid her backpack, pulling out several changes of clothes, an MP3 player, and her phone with the charger. In the meantime, Luke removed his smart-phone and flashlight from his pockets and set them on top of his coffee table. They both sat down on the convertible sofa in peaceful silence.

Luke then asked, “So why are you in Melody?”

“A co-worker of mine was assaulted and I called the police. The assailants were arrested, but the case was unfortunately thrown out so now they were after me. I had to leave town, at least until this situation blows over.”

“How old are you anyway? I’m just realizing you might be jailbait and I might regret taking you to my apartment.”

“I’m twenty-five, actually, but I’ll take that as a compliment. How old are you though?”

“Nineteen.”

“You’re a baby.”

“I don’t know, I’ve got a job and I’ve got this place.”

“True. You’re doing very well.”

“Thanks, that means an awful lot coming from someone like you.”

Rebeka smiled and then there was an awkward silence.

Boredom and hormones overcame the situation and Luke decided to ask her, “What would you like to do Rebeka?”

To which she replied, “I feel dirty and would like to shower.”

Luke smiled and said as he led her to the bathroom “Right this way.”

He turned on the water for her and then walked out. She undressed, stepped in the bathtub and drew the curtain while Luke sat on his futon and waited for her. While showering she realized that she was starting to have feelings for Luke, and how wonderful she thought he was and decided to physically express to him those thoughts and feelings.

She walked out of the shower with nothing but a towel wrapped around her. Luke was sitting on the sofa when she walked into the room and said, “Guess who?”

Luke felt a tingle as he replied, “Wow you are so beautiful.”

“I am a mess.”

“Well, I still think you are beautiful.”

Rebeka blushed and then kissed Luke on the cheek as she said, “I know that I have found someone awesome!”

Luke tingled and twitched as he asked, “You really think I am awesome?”

Rebeka replied “Of course I do. Now, why don’t I change into something more comfortable.”

Luke replied, shaking, “I’ll be waiting here.” She winked and the walked off to change. When she came back into the room she was wearing a long white nightgown, with her hair down. She smiled brightly at Luke and asked him as he gazed at her, “Do you think I am pretty?”

Luke replied, “I think you are hot.” She pranced up to him, hugged him tightly and kissed his mouth as she said, “If you haven’t guessed already, I am also attracted to you as well.”

Luke smiled and said, “So what do you want to do right now?”

Rebeka replied with a bright twinkle in her eyes as she rubbed his chest “I saw you shaking earlier, you must have been shivering. Let me warm you up and snuggle with you.” Rebeka then paused for a second and said with slight anxiety “If you are all right with it that is.”

Luke smiled from ear to ear and said, “Of course it’s all right.” With that Luke rested his head on Rebecca’s belly and they covered under a blanket as they fell asleep.

A half-hour passed when Luke woke up to the sound of Rebecca’s belly gurgling. Right away he asked her “Are you hungry?”

She asked with a startled laugh “Luke, how could you tell?”

“I could hear your stomach!” Luke replied as he kissed her navel, then continued “I have nothing fancy, but I do have food.”

She answered, “Oh that’s fine; I didn’t have anything to eat since this morning.”

With that Luke led Rebeka to his table, microwaved her elbow macaroni with cheese and poured her some grape juice. After they finished supper, Luke turned on his world band receiver and tuned in a foreign station from The Ukraine. The music coming in over the airwaves sounded very sultry and provocative.

Rebeka looked at him in the eye and asked, “Could we dance?”

Luke answered “Sure, but don’t laugh at my two left feet.”

“Nah, I think you are sexy no matter what.” At first, the music was slow but then it switched to a fast-paced song. Rebeka swiveled her hips and spun around. Luke was extremely turned on. Rebeka playfully pushed him onto the futon and then hopped on top of him and kissed him wildly.

“I want to make love to you, but you’re so innocent,” Rebeka said with frustration.

“We don’t have to. We can just cuddle,” Luke replied, then continued,  “You seem innocent too though.”

“But my innocence was violently taken from me as a child,”  Rebeka said stoically.

“Then in my book, you’re still innocent!”

“Thanks, you are really sweet, Luke!”  Rebeka said as she kissed him, then continued,  “And it makes me want you even more though.”

“We will when the time is right and it will be perfect for us!”

“Where have you been all my life?”

“In Melody.”

Rebeka then giggled at Luke’s response.

Luke began to plant kisses on Rebeka’s head as she rested it on his chest.

“I do need some rest.”

“Then sleep in my arms. I will kiss you until you fall asleep!”

Soon they both fell asleep, in each others’ arms.

The next morning Luke woke up early. He quickly prepared breakfast then brought it to her as he gently rubbed her face, and said, “Time to wake up, I made you breakfast in bed. It’s just toast with jam cereal with milk though.”

Rebeka stretched and moaned as she spoke, “Still, I can totally get used to this.”

Luke replied, “Well, by all means, get used to it!”

She smiled and asked, “But where will I stay?”

Luke hugged her and replied, “Over here, of course.”

Rebeka wrapped herself around him and then said, “I think I love you, Luke.”

Luke replied “I love you as well, Rebeka. Thank you for counting me trustworthy.”

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A Teenage Fantasy

I began writing this in 2017 and into 2018 then finished it. I cut off the end and won’t share it publicly because of the sinful situations it contains. However, I feel the rest of the story teaches a very good lesson so that I why I want to share it with the world. It takes place in 2001 and the narrator is loosely based on me, though this never happened to me. That is why it is called “A Teenage Fantasy!”

So, here it is, without further ado:

…Late Spring 2001…

*HOW WE MET*

It’s springtime and school is going to be letting out in just a few weeks.

It’s a bright Saturday afternoon in May and I’m forced to be having a picnic with my family.

What teenager in his right mind wants to do such a thing?

So I hurriedly eat my piece of fried chicken, then go explore the park.

I look around curiously, happy to have to time by myself; something I hardly get.

I walk up and down the sidewalks and ponder life to myself.

Suddenly, I see her. She is sitting on a bench and sobbing.

Despite tears flowing almost profusely from her eyes, I think she is very beautiful.

I have the urge to comfort her, but I don’t know what to say.

However, I know I’ll regret it if I just pass her by.

She’s pleasantly plump and my kind of pretty. I very attracted to her and, naturally, want to make her feel better.

Maybe I could be a friend to her, hopefully though, something more.

My, God, I’m starting to have feelings for her.

Speaking of God, ‘God please give me the courage to talk to her and the wisdom to say the right thing.’

I walk up to her bench and then say, “Hi.”

She looks up and then waves at me.

Awkwardly I stand there.

Finally, I ask her, “May I sit with you?”

She wipes her eyes and then says, “I guess if you want.”

“I think you’re very pretty,” I tell her.

She looks at me and humbly smiles, then says, “Thanks, but you obviously don’t see how fat I am.”

There’s a brief silence but then I continue, “I mean what I said; I think you’re very pretty.”

She smiles even more and says, “You’re so sweet to tell me that.”

“What do you think about me?”

“I think you’re cute, but you seem kind of young.”

“I’m about to be fifteen.”

“I knew you were young, I’m about to be seventeen.”

“I would still like to get to know you if you indeed give me a chance.” I pause then continue, “What are you upset about anyway?”

“My boyfriend dumped me because I started gaining weight.”

“Well, it’s his loss, not yours. I might have just met you, but I know for sure what he did was cruel and not to mention so foolish. You don’t know how I’d be overjoyed to be with someone like you.”

“It’s his fault I started gaining weight too. Since I’m about to turn seventeen, which would make it legal for him to sleep with me in this state, my mom put me on birth control. It was all so he wouldn’t get me pregnant, then I started gaining weight because of the shots and he dumped me.”

“If you give just me a chance, I wouldn’t ever dump you. I’d also be willing to wait however long for you.”

“You’re so sweet. In just a little while, all the girls are going to be after you.”

“But what if I want you instead?”

“Why me?”

“Because I think you’re pretty and, I know it’s quick, but I already have feelings for you. Please don’t hurt me and turn me down.” I pause, then continue, “Give me a chance and I will do my best to treat you like a princess.”

“Okay, I’ll give you a chance, now you give me a hug!”

“Gladly!”

We embrace and she pulls my body close to hers.

I hold her and gently rub her back and sides.

She smiles at me, but her eyes are still wet.

“There’s something I would like to do, but I need your permission first.”

“What is it?”

“I’d like to kiss those tears off your face.”

“You may!”

I begin to gently kiss her eyes and cheeks.

She runs her fingers through my curly hair.

“I’m glad you’re giving me a chance,” I tell her.

“Is there a way we can keep in touch?” She asks me.

“I can give you my parents’ house number, my AIM screen name, and my ICQ number.”

“Cool beans, I’ll give you mine as well, plus my cell number, but only call it after nine at night,” She says, then takes a Palm Pilot out of her purse and enters my information. Afterward, she writes her information on my arm.”

I then lay on the bench with my head in her lap, staring up at her beautiful face.

We stay there for a while completely lost in time and space.

Finally, I hear my dad shouting my name.

In distress, I tell her, “I have to go now, but I’ll call you or instant message you as soon as I can.”

“I’m looking forward to it.”

“Could I kiss you goodbye?” I humbly ask her.

“Of course. In fact, you better kiss me!”

Our lips meet, then passionately lock.

We kiss again and again until I hear my dad shout my name once more, then I know I have to leave.

“I’ll contact you as soon as I can.”

“I’ll be waiting,” she says with a smile and dry eyes.
…A FEW WEEKS PASS, THEN…
*A DREARY SUMMER AFTERNOON*

On a dreary summer afternoon, I find myself home alone. My parents and siblings went run errands and won’t be home for a few hours. So, with that, I get on the phone and call my girlfriend. Yes, she is seventeen and I am only fifteen, but I love her to the moon and back. I think she loves me too or at least that is what I hope. No one in my family knows about this relationship and I plan to keep it that way for as long as possible.

The phone rings only once and then I hear her beautiful voice.

“Hey, you!” She answers with excitement.

“I’m home alone if you want to come over, baby.”

“I would love to come and see you! Let me just get my things and I’ll be right over.”

“I can’t wait for you to hold me again!”

“And I can’t wait to see your cute face again!” She thinks I am cute. I feel like I am on cloud nine when she tells me that.

“It looks like it might rain, so please be careful driving here.”

“You know I will. Now let me hang up so I can come over.”

“All right, baby, I love you.”

“I love you too.”

We hang up and I anxiously await her arrival while standing on my parents’ driveway. I pace up and down like a madman until I finally see her hand me down Jetta Wagon approaching my parents’ house.

I begin to smile from ear to ear as she pulls up.

She parks her car then steps out dressed in a white blouse and a pink skirt. Seeing her dressed like this makes me attracted to her with a hot passion.

We lovingly embrace then kiss with ecstasy. She runs her fingers through my curly hair and I gently caress her porcelain face.

After greeting each other with much affection, she asks, “What would you like to do?”

“We could go walk in the back fields and find a place to lay down look up at the sky and talk.”

“That’s a good idea, it reminds me of a song I heard a while back.”

I give her my hand and say, “Let’s go then.”

We walk through the back fields, looking for a spot to be alone together. Finally, we find the perfect spot situated in the long green grass. She sits down, then cradles my head in her lap. I couldn’t be more content as I looked up into her beautiful brown eyes.

She wraps her legs around me, then says, “You’re mine all mine! I want you forever!”

So, I reply, “You don’t know how happy I am to hear that, but what do you see in me?”

“You’re cute as can be. You’re so sweet. And I love how you are such a noble person.” She pauses, then asks, “Do you want me forever as well?”

“Yes I most surely do, no one wanted me before I met you, but you did. I’ll always remember that and do everything I can to keep you!” I pause then continue, “It’s not only that though, but you are also so beautiful, more than I ever dreamed. You also give my life meaning. I know there are plenty of guys your age and older who would want to be yours, but you choose me. I feel so honored.”

“None of them would make me feel as special as you do.” She says as she kisses my face.

Suddenly there is a flash of lightning.

We both jump in fear, then rush to her car to wait out the storm…
…ANOTHER DAY OR TWO PASSES, THEN…

*DESIRING PRIVACY*

My parents found out about my girlfriend a few days ago and their reaction was better than I expected. They accepted her and they even like her. The fact that I am fifteen and she is seventeen didn’t phase my family at all. However, we rarely have any privacy now. It seems that my whole family watches our every move. We lay together on my bed and snuggle each other. The denim overalls and tight baby blue shirt she is wearing hug her body and show all of her curves and features. Seeing her dressed like this drives me wild.

We share a kiss when my brother walks in on us.

“Get out!” I tell him.

“My room too,” He replies.

“Just pretend he isn’t here,” My girlfriend whispers.

We continue to kiss and caress each other.

My brother turns on some vulgar rap music, full blast. My girlfriend and I are appalled at the atrocious lyrics.

We eventually leave the room and go outside.

It’s hot and sunny outside.

We both sit on the glider and talk.

“Your brother is so annoying,” She tells me.

“He definitely is, but I think he’s jealous of me. After all, I have you and you are so beautiful.”

“I don’t see how you think I am beautiful, I think I’m a bit too chubby. Those filthy rap lyrics about big butts really got to me.”

“Don’t be so hard on yourself. To me, you are the most beautiful girl I ever laid eyes on.”

“Oh, I love you so much!”

“And I love you just as much!”

We sweetly rub noses, then she pulls my face into her perky breasts. I feel great comfort in this position.

At that point, my sister walks onto the patio and says, “I’m going to tell mom and dad that y’all are acting lewd.”

“Get a life!” I tell her.

“I have a life but I don’t want to share my room with any baby you might make.”

My girlfriend is now irritated and asks with frustration, “Will we ever have any privacy?”

“We could if my parents would let you drive me to your house.”

“I wish they would.”

“You and I both. There’s so much I want to do with you!”

“And I want to do those things too!”

She then puts her arm around me and rubs my chest.

I look around for just a moment, then I see the empty house on my neighbor’s property, behind to their main one.

“I know where we can be alone.”

“Where?”

“See that little house back there? It’s empty and usually unlocked, we can go in there.”

“Let’s go there, then, but just know, I’d go anywhere if it meant we could be together.”

Hand in hand we cross the property line and enter the empty house.

It’s dark and dusty inside, but at least we now have privacy.

We go into the empty master bedroom and snuggle on the carpet.

She lays down on her back and I lay on top of her. We kiss wildly.

She pulls my face into her breasts once again and giggles saying, “No one can see us here!”

“You don’t know how happy I feel when my face is in your beautiful breasts!”

“You should feel happy because that is where it belongs!”

I then kiss her soft stomach.

“I feel so fat.” She says with a slight depression.

I kiss her stomach again and say, “That’s my fat and I think it is sexy!”

She wraps her arms and legs around me tightly and holds me close to her saying, “You make me feel so loved!”

We both get a very strong urge to become intimately known to each other but are equally afraid of the potential consequences…
…A FEW MOMENTS LATER…

*GETTING CAUGHT*

We are soon overpowered by our biological urges and quickly forget about the many potential consequences of underage intimacy. She pulls off my shirt and begins to unbutton my cargo pants. I unhook her overalls and pull them down, then I then take off her shirt.

We are now in our undergarments and staring at each other with gentle smiles. We embrace then begin to remove each others’undergarments as well.

Suddenly, we hear the front door unlocking.

My name is bellowed by my busybody neighbor from the other side of my parents’ house. He’s pretty tight with the owners of this house and apparently was watching our every move.

Both of us are extremely nervous now.

“Let’s hide in the closet, he used to beat me when I was younger,” I whisper to my girlfriend.

She nods nervously, then asks, “Do you think he will beat you again?”

“He might even beat you, I’m so sorry I put you in this position,” I reply, soberly.

“It would be worth it if it means we could still lose our virginity to each other,” She answers me softly.

We then grab our clothes and hide behind boxes in the closet.

Quickly we get dressed, by the light of my Garrity Mini Rugged Lite that I keep in my pocket.

We have our clothes on again as we hear my busybody neighbor walking through the house.

My girlfriend and I hold each other tightly, wondering whether we will get caught or not.

We share several kisses as we are somewhat turned on by the fear of getting caught.

We hear his footsteps approaching the bedroom.

Now the bedroom door is opening.

We both tremble, wondering if these containers will keep us concealed.

“I know you’re in here with that girl! And I am going to beat both of your a**es when I find y’all!” My neighbor bellows.

We hear the closet door open.

“Well, *blank* damn, where are they? I saw them come inside this house,” My busybody neighbor says angrily.

My girlfriend begins to tremble so much with fright that the boxes begin to fall and our hiding spot is revealed.

We see my neighbor is holding a thick leather belt in his hands as he says, “Now both of you are going to get it!”

We hold each other tightly with fear as he lashes us with that belt.

I flinch and nash my teeth. My girlfriend shrieks and cries in pain.

He then yanks us out of the closet and shoves us out of the house. He then escorts us to the property line where my parents are about to confront us…

…A WEEK OR TWO PASSES, THEN…
*ONLINE CONVERSATION*

My parents have now forbidden me from seeing her since we got caught in my neighbor’s vacant house.

Because of that cruel decision, my heart feels ripped to shreds and it feels there are a thousand knives in my back.

It’s late at night and I cannot sleep.

I walk to my family computer and log on.

After a few minutes of looking at Expage and ICQ, I hear that all too familiar “uh-oh” sound.

This means I have a private message.

It’s from the girl whom I am so deeply in love with but strictly forbidden to see.

It reads, “Hey. I miss you so much. You’re the sweetest boy I’ve ever met and my one true wish is that I was holding you in my arms right now. My mom is away on a business trip right now and I have the house to myself. I’m going crazy being in here all alone and being forbidden to see you makes it that much worse.”

“How did your mom react when she found out about us almost doing it?”

“She was okay with it, I mean that is why I am on birth control, to begin with.”

“You know, you are so worth the wait and as soon as I turn eighteen, I’ll run away and stay with you even if it means staying under a bridge.”

“You’re worth the wait too. You have such a sweet heart and you’re so cute.”

“I’m blushing, but it feels wonderful.”

“What are you doing up so late anyway?”

“To tell the truth; I’m thinking about you. I can’t stop thinking about you either. In fact, you’re all I think about these days. I wish my parents and extended family could see how happy you make me and that you’re actually good for me, despite what they think.”

“We’re separated by cruel people who just refuse to understand.”

“If only I could get away from them.”

“Maybe you can.”

“Well, maybe we could meet somewhere and I could take you to my mom’s house.”

“I don’t want to say where online, in case the government is watching.”

“Do you have any money on you?”

“Yes. Three ten-dollar bills. I’ve been saving them from doing odd jobs.”

“If you can sneak out, all you have to do it go to a truck stop, buy a phone card and call me from a pay-phone. Don’t say which one online, but I can come to pick you up when you tell me over the phone.”

“Sounds like a plan and a half.”

“That’s such a cute saying, of course, you’re cute already.”

“Okay let me pack my things and try to sneak out.”

“I’ll be waiting on my cell phone.”
…A FEW MOMENTS LATER…
*FORBIDDEN MEETING*

I then uninstall ICQ from the family computer to cover my tracks.

Then I grab my duffel bag and pack a few tee shirts underwear and pants, a box cutter and my 4 D cell Maglite for protection. Then I grab my wallet with the three ten-dollar bills and sneak out of the window.

I leave my parents’ yard and begin walking to the nearest truck stop.

I contemplate my life during this long walk, but finally, I’m there.

I go inside and purchase a phone card for a little less than $10.

Then I go to the payphone and place the call to my forbidden girlfriend.

It rings once and then she picks up.

“Hello,” She says in an unsure voice.

“It’s me,” I tell her.

“Hey, you!” She replies with affection.

I state the location of the truck stop over the phone.

“I’m coming right now.”

“I’ll hide so I cannot be seen, but I’ll signal you with my flashlight when I see your car. I blink the light at intervals of two blinks because we’re two years apart.”

“That’s so romantic in its own way. You’re so sweet and thoughtful.”

I hide in the bushes looking out for her Jetta Wagon.

Time crawls by at a snail’s pace.

I’m filled with both anxiety and anticipation.

Finally, I see that Jetta Wagon pulling up.

I remove myself from the bushes, then blink my flashlight while pointing at her windshield.

She slows down.

I blink my flashlight twice again.

She parks next to the bushes and I come to her car.

She rolls down the passenger window and says, “Hop in!”

I stand there and adore her for just a moment as she is dressed in a tight black shirt that hugs all of her beautiful curves and a knee-length black and white skirt that is sexy enough yet modest enough.

“Come on before someone sees us!” She says.

Most gladly I open the door, enter, place my bag and flashlight between my legs, buckle my seatbelt and she drives off into the night as we lovingly hold hands…

Contact Me

Back to “Works of Fiction”

Millennial Affection

I wrote this in the Summer of 2016, but it takes place in the late Spring or early Summer of 2002.

The main character is loosely based on me or whom I would like to be.

His girlfriend is based on someone I knew a long time ago but lost all contact with.

Without further ado, here is the story:

 

…June 2002…

Emmet Matthews was browsing the Internet on his self built computer after getting home from his summer job. He was a hard-working fifteen-year-old, who fixed computers in his spare time and pushed shopping carts for his local Target store as his main summer job. The Express Page or Expage was a popular social networking site at the time and Emmet was browsing other teens’ pages. He had come across a girl’s page and found out that her name was Kira Andersen. Emmet had always been partial to the name Kira because he was very close to a girl with that said first name as a young child. Unfortunately, he had lost all contact with her. In the back of his mind, he wondered if she was the same Kira he had known many years ago. Feverishly he studied her page, but there was no picture of her, past or present. The only information he had acquired from the page was that she wanted to be a writer and wanted to post some of her stories, but her computer had crashed. There was a listing of her ICQ number. Upon reading those two details, Emmet worked up the courage to message her. He started his ICQ application. Anxiously Emmet waited for it to load as the foghorn sound blared. When it finally loaded, Emmet added her number to his contact list. Upon looking at her ICQ information, he learned that she wasn’t far from him, only fifteen miles to the northwest.

He then sent her a message, “Hi. I saw your Expage site and I learned that you’re a writer. I also saw that your computer with all the stories you wrote is broken. I might be able to fix it and, for you, I’ll do it for free.”

Patiently, Emmet waited for a reply.

Finally he heard the “uh-oh” voice through his speaker and a reply message flashed on his screen “First tell me about yourself. I would like to know you better before I am able to trust you with my computer, let alone any of my stories.”

“That’s fine. I’m fifteen and I push shopping carts at Target but also work on computers in my free time. I might be young, but I have lots of experience. I built the computer that I’m talking to you on right now.”

“Is there a Home Depot next to the Target where you work?”

“Yes.”

“Then I work next door to you. I’m a cashier there.”

“Awesome!” “Maybe we could meet up on our breaks?”

“We’ll see. I want to make sure that you are who you say you are.”

“I can get on my WebCam and show you what I look like.”

“Sure.”

Emmet turned on his camera and invited Kira to watch him. She accepted.

“You’re cute!” She said.

“Thanks.” He began to blush and smile from ear to ear after sending that message.

“I would like to see a picture of you as well. You know just to make sure you are who you say you are.”

“I understand.” “I’ll send you a picture.” Kira took her school picture from her yearbook and scanned it then sent it to him.”

“Good Lord, Kira, you are beautiful!” Emmet said.

“Thanks. You’re sweet to tell me that.”

“Well it’s the God’s honest truth. How old are you though?”

“I made sixteen this past April.”

“Nice! Do you drive? I can’t get my license yet.”

“Yes, I drive. I work and give the money to my mom and she pays the note on my car. That’s also how I pay for Internet service.”

“What school do you go to?”

“Landing Station High.”

“Oh. Well I go to Seven Hills Catholic High. I guess that’s why we’ve never seen each other before.”

“I bet that’s a strict school. But at least, I would imagine harassment is not allowed. A bunch of stupid boys are always trying to touch me where I go to school.”

“Do you want me to protect you?”

“That’s sweet and noble of you, but some of those boys would kill you if you tried. They carry sharp weapons made of plastic so the metal detectors won’t pick them up.”

“Well I must say that doesn’t go on at Seven Hills, but there is still much harassment. And if the student doing the harassing is rich or an athlete, he gets away with it. I’m not rich and I hate sports as well, not to mention I’m a computer nerd, so I get harassed quite a bit.”

“Well don’t worry about them, you’ll be a huge success one day, if you are as skilled with computers as you claim.”

“I’ll try. Speaking of that, do you still want me to fix your computer?”

“I sure do. We can meet tomorrow if you work.”

“I go in at ten o’clock in the morning.”

“Awesome, I go in at eight but I get off at three. When do you get off?”

“Four P.M.”

“Great! When can you take a lunch break?”

“One P.M. I guess.”

“Good, I’ll take mine then as well.”

“You mean we can spend our break together?”

“Yes. Then you can come to my house and work on the computer. That is if your parents allow you.”

“I can convince my dad, no problem. My mom might grill me a lot though, but for you it’s worth it.”

“You’re sweet! Now we should get some rest, so we can work tomorrow.”

“Hey, where do you want to meet tomorrow?”

I’ll drive to the Target and you wait for me in the food court.”

“Good idea.”

“All right. I guess I’ll tell you good night.”

“Good night to you too.”

Emmet turned off his computer filled with anticipation and a slight anxiety. He was beginning to have feelings for Kira and thoughts about if she was indeed the same Kira from years ago were bombarding his mind. He knew he had to sleep, so he quietly went to his parents’ medicine cabinet and took a single Tylenol P.M. then dozed off. He dreamt many dreams about this Kira and the one from his past. These dreams seemed to hint that they were the same person.

The next morning Emmet woke up to the beeping of his Casio watch. He dressed for work and also retrieved his computer tools, along with an Anti Virus CD ROM. He ate two energy bars, then brushed his teeth and washed out his mouth with Listerine.

Then his dad asked “Are you ready son?”

“Yes, I’m ready.”

They walked to the car, when his dad asked “What’s with the tools?”

“I’m fixing a computer for a girl. She’s going to drive me to her house after work.”

“Is that all?”

“Well I do have feelings for her, I won’t lie.”

“Do you have any money on you?”

“Yes, why?”

“I want you to go to the pharmacy section in Target and get a condom, in case you get lucky.”

“Right, dad.”

“How are you going to get home?”

“She’ll drive me.”

“Okay remember, there is a curfew so don’t stay out too late, or you both can be arrested.” He then handed Emmet his cell phone and said “Take this in case plans change.”

“Will do. I’m off tomorrow, just so you know.”

“Just remember what I said about using protection.”

The rest of the ride was awkwardly silent.

Finally, Emmet was dropped off at Target. He immediately clocked in, placed his tool kit and CD ROM in his locker and began work. Naturally, Emmet kept an almost constant gaze at the screen on his watch.

Customers came and went and Emmet continuously moved the shopping carts from the parking lot to the store.

An old couple tipped him five dollars for loading the new television they purchased set into their van.

A pregnant lady also tipped him ten dollars for pushing her crib on a flat cart and loading it into her SUV. Seeing a pregnant woman made Emmet think about the condom he was told to buy but instead, decided to use the money to take Kira to lunch.

Emmet continued to push carts with his heart racing, thinking about Kira. Finally, his watch indicated twelve fifty-eight. He walked to the time clock, punched out and went sit down in the food court.

He sat down with anxious anticipation. Finally, he saw Kira walk into the store and towards the food court. He stood up and couldn’t help but admire her.

She smiled, waved and then said “Emmet?”

“Yes, it’s me.”

They walked up to each other and embraced.

Emmet then asked, “Could I buy you lunch?”

“Sure, that’s very sweet of you.”

“What would you like?”

“The fruit and yogurt cup.”

“It’s yours.”

“Thank you!” Kira said with another hug, then asked, “What are you going to eat?”

“The all-beef hot dog and a pretzel, what do you want to drink? I get free fountain drinks, but since you’re so nice to me, I’ll buy you a better drink.”

“An iced coffee I guess.”

“It’s yours.”

Emmet retrieved the yogurt and coffee from the refrigerator, paid for them, then ordered the hot dog and pretzel. Afterward, he asked the cashier for a fountain cup which he filled with Pepsi from the soda tap.

They then ate in happy silence, smiling at each other.

What broke the silence was when Emmet asked Kira, “What are you going to do while waiting for me to get off?”

“I guess I could park my car and wait in the parking lot to watch you work, that is if me doing so won’t make you mad.”

“It wouldn’t make me mad, but if anyone else did, then I don’t know.”

“You’re so sweet and you have such cute curly hair! Can I play with it?”

“Sure. That would feel so good!”

“Awesome!”

Kira moved from the chair across from Emmet and sat in the chair next to him. She then rested his head in her lap and played with his hair. He smiled up at her with bliss and she giggled.

They exchanged phone numbers and addresses and continued until the manager said “Emmet, it’s time to get back to work. The shopping carts need to be brought back in.”

“Yes, sir,” Emmet replied.

“I guess I’ll see you at four o’clock.” Kira said, winking.

“For sure, Kira.” Emmet replied.

They hugged affectionately then got back to work.

The rest of the day dragged on. Emmet pushed shopping carts in the hot sun. What kept him going was thinking about the evening he would spend with Kira.

When three P.M. came, Kira drove her car to the Target parking lot and watched Emmet push the carts. Every time their eyes met, there was also a wink and a wave.

Finally it was four P.M. Emmet clocked out, retrieved his tools and antivirus CD-ROM from his locker, then walked to Kira’s car. She then drove him to her mom’s house.

When they arrived, Emmet said, nervously “I guess I’ll get to work.”

“Great, come to my room.”

Emmet said “I need to open up your old and your new computer, but first let me install antivirus on your new one.”

“Sure, do whatever you need to do.”

Emmet installed the antivirus software, then shut the computer down. He then opened both of them up and took the hard drive out of the old one and connected it to the mother board and IDE power supply of the new one. He turned it on and checked the boot sequence, making sure that the new computer’s original hard drive would boot. He had Kira log in and then clicked on the My Computer icon and double-clicked the icon for the old hard drive.

Emmet then asked Kira “What folder were you stories in?”

“My Document\Stories I believe.”

Emmet accessed the My Documents folder and right clicked on Stories and selected Copy. Afterward he accessed the new computer’s original hard drive then Windows, then My Documents and right-clicked in the folder then selected Paste. Quickly the files were transferred.

“May I read one of your stories to make sure it copied?”

“Sure.”

Emmet opened the text file and said “It works!”

“Let me read it to you.” Kira said.

She read about a teenage couple whom were massacred by gang members.

“That was tragic, but very beautiful. At least they died together.”

“Thank you, Emmet! I was so full of emotions before and after I wrote that.”

“You truly have a gift.”

“You know, I wrote this before I met you but, somehow, you remind me of the boy in this story. The girl is based on me.”

Emmet simply hugged Kira and she petted his hair, but then there was a slight awkwardness.

Kira then said “Would you like to watch As the World Turns with me? I record it every day.”

“Sure. But I would do anything if it meant we could spend time together.”

They sat on Kira’s bed with Emmet resting his head in her lap. The theme music to ATWT began playing.

“I see all these couples together: Jack and Carly, Holden and Lilly, Tom and Margo. Yet, I can’t seem to find anyone.” Kira said.

“I cannot believe you don’t have a boyfriend.”

Kira paused the show and said, “It’s because I have high standards, but that’s my own fault because I expect a guy to be like the good guys in my stories.”

“You can’t think too highly of me, then right. I mean I can’t even legally drive yet.”

“Actually I think the world and the moon of you. You’re a hard worker. You are so good with computers. You are adorable. And, as I’ve said before you do remind me of the good male characters in my stories.”

“Kira, I have feelings for you as well. I’m just afraid you would dump me because of my nerdiness.”

“Rest assured, that would never happen.”

“Then, yes I want you too. I was just afraid I would do something to turn you off.”

“Why do you think that?”

“Because I eventually turn everyone else off.”

“Have you ever had a girlfriend before me?”

“Well sort of. In fact her name was Kira as well, but I was four years old and she was a little older than me. Sadly, I lost all contact with her.”

“Where did you meet her?”

“At a church nursery in Landing Station, this was back in 1991. My grandmother convinced my dad to take me out of there. I wish I could see her again.”

“You’re looking up at her right now! It was me! Now I can see why so many of the characters in my stories remind me of you! Let me say that I’ve wanted you before, but now I want you more than ever!”

“My God, Kira, you have no idea how I’ve been longing to see you again!”

“Yes. I remember how we were always the first kids there and we grew close. I was so sad when you left.”

“Well now we have each other and I refuse to let anything come between us again.”

Their lips met and they began to passionately kiss. They began to hug. They began to pet each others’ hair.

“My gosh that felt wonderful,” Kira said.

“It was as if fate set us up. What’s really something is that we first met in 1991, and here it is 2002 and we meet again. 1991 and 2002 are the only years whose digits are the same frontwards and backward that we will see in our lifetime.” Emmet replied.

Suddenly they heard the front door opening.

Kira’s mom called out “Kira are you home?”

“Yes, mom.”

Emmet got nervous once again.

“Don’t worry, Emmet,” Kira whispered

“Are you in your room, Kira?”

“Yes.”

“Okay. I’m coming to see you.”

Kira’s mom walked into the room.

“Who’s this Kira?”

“This is Emmet Matthews. Remember the boy from church eleven years ago? This is him! I’ve finally found him!”

“Hi. I’m Harriet Andersen. I remember you and Kira playing together before all the other children arrived but I also remember how heartbroken Kira was when you were taken out of the church nursery.”

With great seriousness, Emmet answered her “That was completely beyond my control, but in every way I can, I’ll to make it up to her for the rest of my life. I love her and I’ve always loved her.”

Kira gently held Emmet’s hands and kissed his forehead.

“You better never break her heart again.”

“I swear by whatever or whomever you wish me to that I never will.”

“Well you shouldn’t swear, but I’ll give you another chance. You’re welcome to stay for dinner.”

“Sure.”

“I’ll let you two alone for now.”

Harriet left the room and began to prepare dinner.

Kira said “Imagine if my mom wouldn’t have come in. Would you have made love to me?”

“Only if you would have wanted me to.”

“My God, Emmet, you’re so sweet!”

“I’m off tomorrow, what about you?”

“Yes, I’m off too!”

“Will your parents be home?”

“I can convince my dad to take my mom out for a few hours. He’s been wanting me to have a girlfriend for a long time now.” Emmet paused, then continued “In fact, let me call him now!”

“Put it on speakerphone.” Kira said

Emmet dialed his dad’s house number.

“Hello.”

“Hey. I’m still at the girl’s house. Her name is Kira Andersen and we are now a couple. Is there a way you can take mom out to the city tomorrow, so we can be alone at your house?

“I guess Emmet. Did you go to the pharmacy section at Target.”

“Not yet.”

“You better. By the way, when are you coming home?”

“Right before curfew begins.”

“Where’s her house?”

“In Landing Station.”

“Then make it an hour before that. You might get delayed because of a slow-moving train.”

“All right. Will do. But you take mom out tomorrow.”

“I’ll try.”

“Okay, I’ll let you go for now.”

“Okay bye.”

“Bye son.”

Emmet looked at Kira and said, “My dad definitely wants me to use protection.”

“You don’t have to worry about STDs because I’m a virgin.”

“So am I, but you probably realized that already.”

“Yes. I figured that, but that makes our relationship even more special. By the way, when you told my mom that you loved me, I wanted to say love you too Emmet! Let’s never be taken apart again.”

“I will do everything I can to keep us together.” He paused, then continued “I think my dad is more concerned about me getting you pregnant.”

“I’m on birth control, just to regulate my cycles, nothing else. But it should prevent me from getting pregnant when we do make love.”

“I hope it will be wonderful when we do.”

“I am almost sure it will be.”

Kira kissed Emmet once again and they resumed watching As the World Turns.

“Is this boring you?” Kira asked Emmet.

“Not really, my parents and grandparents used to watch it when I was younger, so I’m used to it.”

“Why don’t they still watch it?”

“Well, I don’t know why my parents stopped. But, my grandparents stopped because myself and the other grandchildren were at their house and there was a lovemaking scene. My grandparents tend to get very uptight about sex.”

“Oh, I see. You know I do want you in every way possible and I hope your grandparents don’t come down too hard on you or me when and if they find out.”

“It wouldn’t matter who gets mad at me. It would be worth any drama if it means I can love you in all the ways you want.”

Kira put her arms around Emmet as he still lay in her lap and said, “Fate is definitely on our side. The fact that we’ve been pining for each other so long and never been with anyone else, makes me believe that we are truly meant for each other!”

“I wholeheartedly agree.”

Kira kissed Emmet’s head and they resumed watching, until Kira’s mom called them for dinner.

Over the course of dinner, Emmet’s dad’s cell phone rang. The number shown on the caller ID was his grandparents’ house number.

“It’s my grandparents calling, I have to answer.”

“Go ahead.” Kira’s mom said.

Kira nodded at Emmet as well.

“Hello.” Emmet answered.

“Emmet, I see you have a girlfriend.”

“Yes. How did you know?”

“Several people saw you and her in the food court at your job. They said you two were acting lewd.”

“All she did was play with my hair.”

“How long have you known her?”

“About eleven years.”

“Eleven years? How come I’ve never heard about her before?”

“Because we met as children at the church nursery.”

“Oh, so she’s a Protestant and you’re supposed to be a Catholic.”

“I don’t believe in all that religious stuff and more importantly I love her.”

“You don’t know what love is.”

“I think I do; I’ve waited eleven years for her.”

“Well you were raised a Catholic and if you leave the Catholic church you will have plenty to answer God for.”

“Can’t you just be happy for me?”

“No. I don’t want you with her. She’s a hellbound Protestant and she’ll take you to hell with her.”

“Look I have to go. I’m eating dinner with her right now and you’re not going to change my mind. I love her, period.”

“Emmet Joseph Matthews! You’re breaking bread with Protestants?!”

“Yes, because I love her!”

“Go ahead do what you want. However, don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

Emmet’s grandmother hung up the phone.

He was visibly upset as he returned to the table.

“What’s the matter?” Kira asked.

“My grandmother is giving me a hard time because you’re not Catholic.”

“Well I hope you still want me.”

“Of course I do. Nothing can change that.”

Kira walked up to him and hugged him.

Emmet continued “Even though she gives me a hard time, I still choose you. We lost each other once before and I refuse to let it happen again.”

“Why is she hung up on all this Catholic stuff? If anything the Catholic church is a false, money-hungry and corrupt church.” Kira paused then continued “Remember how you said if a rich or athletic student harasses someone at Seven Hills, they get away with it?”

Emmet nodded.

Kira’s mom walked out of the room as she said “I’ll leave you two alone. Kira, you should tell him the truth.”

Kira continued “As I was saying before the Catholic church is full of corruption. The unfair rules at your school are just an example of many hypocrisies in the Catholic church. The Bible says ‘For the love of money is the root of all evil’ it also says to ‘Make not a graven image’. Aren’t there all kinds of statues in those so-called churches and schools?”

“You’re right! My God, I’ve never realized this. If all this Catholic stuff is wrong, then how do I get to Heaven then?”

“You may get to Heaven only by trusting Jesus Christ through His sacrifice on the cross to forgive you of your sins. God knows we cannot pay for the sins we commit, so He paid for them Himself through Jesus Christ His Son. There is no way you can earn your way into Heaven like the Catholics teach. The reality is Jesus paid it all. The most famous quote from the Bible says “For God so loved the world that He gave His only begotten Son that whosoever believe on Him should not perish but have everlasting life.’ All you must do is earnestly and sincerely believe this truth in your ask Jesus to forgive you of your sins then invite Him to be Lord of your life and Savior of your soul. Just pray to Him from your heart.

Emmet understood and believed, then bowed his head and silently prayed, with the utmost reverence and honesty. He could feel as if a huge burden was taken off of him and he felt peace like never before and then spoke “I’ve never experienced this before, but it is wonderful! I am in complete peace with God even though I had been running from up until this point. Something keeps telling me that if we love each other and we can’t control our urges that we must marry, but I am too young. However I know that I love you Kira with all my heart and I want to express it to you physically. I do know that it is a sin, but I cannot control myself.”

“I know Emmet. I too want to love you physically. If we ever do, I know God can forgive us of it, but if we are tempted we can pray and God will give us an escape route.”

“I was planning for us to be alone at my parents’ house tomorrow, but now I don’t want to sin. But I definitely want to spend all my time with you. Can we go somewhere tomorrow?”

“Sure thing, Emmet!”

Kira’s mom walked back into the room and asked Emmet “Did Kira tell you the truth about God and salvation?”

“She sure did.”

“And do you believe it”?

“I sure do.”

“Praise God! Now let’s eat.”

Happily the three ate dinner.

After eating Emmet and Kira were walking back to her bedroom when the cell phone rang again. It was Emmet’s dad calling.

He answered “Hello.”

“Hey I don’t mean to interrupt your date but curfew starts in an hour.”

“Okay, I’ll have her bring me home then.”

“Tell her to be careful.”

“Are you and mom going out tomorrow?”

“Yes.”

“Okay.”

“You know I want you to use protection.”

Emmet lied, knowing he would try his best not to fornicate, and said, “Will do.”

They hung up and Kira asked “Do I have to take you home?”

Emmet blushed and said, “Yes, but I’ll deeply miss you and I want to see you again tomorrow and every other possible time!”

“I’ll definitely try for us to spend every possible hour together.” Kira said, kissing him.

“Mom I have to take Emmet home.”

“Okay be careful, Kira. It was nice meeting you again, Emmet.”

They walked to Kira’s car and rode off into the darkness.

“I love you so deeply Emmet!”

“And I love you so massively Kira!”

They held hands for the entire trip, which seemed to go very quickly. Emmet secretly hoped for a train to pass, so they could spend just a few more minutes together.

In what seemed like an instant, they arrived at Emmet’s house.

They kissed lovingly, then Emmet said, “Be careful on your way home and call either my dad’s cell phone or our house phone when you get back home to let me know you’re safe.”

“You’re so sweet, Emmet. I love you!”

“I love you too, Kira.”

They kissed once more and Kira drove off.

Emmet walked in, handed the cell phone to his dad and said, “When it rings, that’s Kira telling me she’s home safe so let me know when it does.”

“Okay. You know I just got an earful from my mother how you and Kira were acting lewd in the food court and she’s angry that Kira’s a Protestant.”

“How do you feel?”

“I’m happy for you and proud as well. But remember to stay respectful to your grandmother and try to keep the public displays of affection to a minimum while at work or you both could be fired.”

“You’re right. Will do.”

“Now why don’t you get some sleep so you can be awake for tomorrow.”

“Sure.”

Emmet was preparing for bed when his dad came with the phone and said “I think Kira is calling. Answer it.”

Emmet answered “Hey.”

“Hey I wanted to let you know I’m safe at home.”

“Thank God! I love you, Kira!”

“I love you too, Emmet! Good night.”

“Good night.”

They hung up and went to bed. Emmet dreamt many dreams about Kira.

The next day he woke up and his parents had already left.

Quickly he called Kira “Hey. My parents left, so you can come over.”

“Awesome! I’m coming right now.”

“I love you and be careful!”

“I love you too!”

They hung up and Emmet got ready.

He then paced around the house in anticipation of Kira’s arrival. Finally, he looked through the dining room window and saw Kira pulling up in her car. Emmet walked outside and greeted her with open arms. They kissed with strong affection and then walked inside.

“Should I give you a tour of the house?” Emmet asked

“If you want to,” Kira replied.

So he began to show her around, then they came to the bedroom.

Kira hugged him and said, “I know it’s a sin, but I could very much make love to you.”

“I would do it for you, Kira.”

They began to remove each other’s clothes, until Kira took a deep breath and said, “We need to pray for an escape route.”

“You’re right.”

Suddenly there was knocking at the door, followed by a shrill voice. It was Emmet’s grandmother. She shouted “Emmet I know you’re alone in here with that horrible Protestant girl. Either both of you come out or I will call Bruce Mitchell to deal with you.”

“Who’s Bruce Mitchell?” Kira asked.

“My busy body neighbor. He used to beat me when I was younger.”

“Do you think he would try it again?”

“Possibly. He might even try to hurt you. Just pretend we’re not home.”

Kira nodded.

“I have a key, Emmet and I’m coming in.”

“What will we do now?” Kira asked in distress.

“I’ll get our clothes and you get your keys and make a break for it. I doubt she can catch us.”

“How will we get past her if she blocks us in?”

“You’re right. Damnit I don’t know.”

“I’m scared Emmet.”

They could hear the door unlocking and held each other tightly.

“Emmet, I know your in here and I know your with that damn girl.”

She walked to Emmet’s room and saw them half-dressed and said “Tell me you shoplifted. Tell me you’re on drugs. Even tell me you’re gay. But don’t tell me you laid down with this Protestant girl.”

“No, we didn’t,” Kira said

“But you were going to.” She paused, looked at Kira and said “You need to leave, right now!”

“Then I’m going with her!” Emmet said.

“Don’t you dare.” His grandmother interjected

“But I will,” Emmet replied with confidence.

“Then I’m calling Bruce over.”

Kira said “If whoever this Bruce person is strikes me or Emmet, I’m calling the police!”

“Just try it. I’ll tell them that you two were having sex.”

“But we weren’t.” Kira answered.

“But you were going to. Now leave.”

Emmet whispered in Kira’s ear “She’s blocking us in the doorway right now, but pretend to leave. As soon as she gets out your way I’ll run fast and follow you.”

Kira nodded and kissed him, then began to walk away. Immediately, Emmet ran and followed her then they both ran out of the house.

Emmet’s grandmother shouted “Wait, now I’m calling Bruce and he’s going to deal with both of you.”

Emmet and Kira hurriedly got into the car and she drove off.

“Watch the speed limit Kira; it’s only fifteen. We can’t afford to get pulled over.”

“You’re right. That’s the last thing we need.”

So Kira slowed down.

Emmet looked in the right side mirror and saw an old white truck catching up with them. “Damnit, that’s Bruce Mitchell following us.”

“I’ll tap my brakes and if he hits us, we can sue,” Kira said.

“Good idea,” Emmet replied.

So Kira stared at him in her rearview mirror then hit her brake pedal.

Bruce came within a foot of hitting her. She then accelerated again, but Bruce was soon on her tail. She tapped her brakes again, but Bruce flashed a revolver.

“Oh, God! He’s got a gun!” Kira said in a panic.

“Screw the speed limit, let’s get the hell out of here. If the cops pull us over we can tell them about what Bruce Mitchell was doing to us and his address as well.” Emmet said.

“Good idea.”

Kira accelerated. Bruce also accelerated. After catching up with them, he fired a shot, striking Kira’s left rear tire. They went into a spin and struck a utility pole. Then the car burst into flames…

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An Experiment on The Sub-Conscious Mind

Yes, I am a Christian.

BUT, I do believe in some aspects of Psychology, because while it is in conflict with a lot of Biblical priniciples and also makes excuses for sinful behavior, it does possess some immuteable truths.

One truth of Psychology I believe in is the existence of the sub-conscious mind.

So, here is an experiment:

Can you tell me which country song inspired this story?

I’ll give one hint: It has been covered numrerous times…

If you can correctly guess the answer, my belief in the sub-conscious mind will be strongly enforced

Please write your answer in the comment section. You don’t need to say the artist, it was covered quite a few times but definitely say the song title.

By the way, this is an edited piece from my infamous “Grocer and Writer” stories.

Without further ado, here it is:

…”All right, let me just get a few things.” I tell the policeman. He walks to the next house. My neighbors are going to freak when they see him.

“Where could we go?” My girlfriend asks me, “I don’t want to be with my mom.”

“If you don’t want to go there, we can go to the country and visit my family.”

“Are you sure?”

“What other choice do we have?”

“True.”

So I grab, my composition books and my flash drive, my rechargeable flashlight, my phone and charger. My girlfriend grabs her purse, phone and charger as well. God it’s cold. I hope my car can make it out of this wretched city. All I have is a wing and a prayer.

We walk out of my house, locking the doors behind us. Then we walk through my front yard and to the curb then shut the hurricane fence. We get in my car and thankfully it fires right up.

I tune my car radio to the news and information station. My theory is proven correct; this was a terrorist attack. Contraflow is being used on all of the main highways out of the city. Right now it’s bumper to bumper, I hope and pray the terrorists don’t strike again right here. I must get off this Interstate as soon as I can and take an alternate route. That way, there’ll be less traffic and less chance of another attack.

There is a heavy police presence but I guess that is a good thing. I hope and pray that they are not harmed by those damn terrorists.

For forty five minutes the traffic moves like molasses in the dead of winter. She rests her head on my shoulder and I repeatedly kiss her forehead. We are making the best of a bad situation. Finally we are now moving.

“Once we get out of the city, I should get us some coffee and food. I need something to keep me awake.”

“Sure, do what you need to do.”

We are now out of the city and on the Interstate. Thank God, the traffic is now moving. Just as planned though, I will get off.

I see an exit to a dark, but well maintained highway two lane. Right away I take it.

“Looks like we are safe now, but why are you getting off right here?” My girlfriend asks.

“Because, I don’t want to take the chance of someone wrecking or breaking down. If that happens, traffic will back up and the terrorists could possibly strike again.” I reply.

“I hope you know what you’re doing.”

“Look, I am trying my best. You must know that I am just trying to get us out of harm’s way.”

“I guess.” She says with irritation.

“Let’s not fight, if we do the terrorists have another victory.”

“Yes, thank God we weren’t away from each other when this happened.”

“You’re right! I would rather die with you than live and us be apart!”

“I love you so much!”

“And I love you too, baby!”

“How much longer from here?”

“About four hours.”

“That’s fine.”

“Yes, I just hope and pray my car won’t break down.” I reply.

“What’s your family like?”

“Let’s just say interesting.”

“I hope they will accept me but I’m afraid of what they will think of my mom’s pill habit.”

“Don’t worry, they’ll accept you. They always wanted me to find love and now I have because of you. They just might tease you about being from the city.”

“What about the pills? Would they judge me about that?”

“No, they won’t. My family has always taught me that no one is perfect and that we all have faults. Plus, you’re not the addict; your mom is.”

“What’s your hometown like?” She asks.

“Boring, flat and quiet. I guess that is a good thing at the moment. It’s not an important place, so the terrorists wouldn’t try to strike there.”

“So you think we’ll be safe there?”

“Yes, there is only a two-lane highway in and out of town and there are no waterways, railroads are airstrips. It’s nothing a terrorist would want to hit.”

“You should call your parents first, to let them know you are coming.” She tells me.

“You’re right. I was going to, but you know I should conserve my minutes, especially for my job.” I reply.

“I don’t think you will be returning to work for a while and, to me, that’s a very good thing. Besides, you can use my phone.”

“Are you sure?”

“Of course. I love you and would do anything for you.”

“Oh, I love you too baby! Thank you so much.”

She turns her phone on and I call out the ten digits. She then puts the speaker phone feature on and we hear the ringing.

“Hello.” My mother answers, half asleep.

“Hey, momma it’s me. There has been a terrorist attack in my city and I am headed your way. Put the news on, you’ll hear all about it.” I reply.

“Are you all right?”

“Yes. I am fine, but I have someone special with me.”

“Whom do you have?”

“My girlfriend. I will explain everything when we arrive.”

“Okay, be careful.”

“I sure will.”

“How much longer until you’ll be here?”

“If everything goes right, about four to five hours. As soon as we find a truck stop, I will get some, food and coffee to keep me awake.”

“Okay, you drive safe and I will see you then. I can’t wait to meet this lovely young lady.”

Suddenly the signal fades out.

“Momma, can you hear me?” “Durn it.”

“Your mom seems nice.”

“Oh, she is very nice. I wish I could see her more.”

“It’s a good thing she is not like my mom.”

“The worst she does is take a shot of whiskey every now and then. It’s only to help her sleep.”

I continue to drive. It is cold and dark. The heater is working well for the most part. My girlfriend snuggles next to me and we keep warm.

I see a truck stop sign ahead, so activate my turn signal. We get off the highway, then pull into the parking lot.

We drive up to a pump, then go inside to pay the cashier.

My girlfriend pulls out her debit card and says “Let me pay. My dad deposited grocery money in my account, but I think we need gas more than groceries right now.”

“Thank you so much, baby! I wish I could repay you!”

My girlfriend replies “It’s the least I can do.” The she tells the cashier, “Forty Dollars on pump five.”

The young cashier says, blushing “Y’all are so cute.” She then runs my girfriend’s card.

We go out to pump the gas, then come back after we’re done. I desperately need food and coffee, so I ask the cashier, “Is your restaurant open?”

“Well, we were going to close, but could sure use the business.” She pauses then calls the waitress. “There are some customers, don’t shut down just yet.”
We walk into the diner and the waitress greets us.

“What’ll it be?” She asks.

I look at my girlfriend and say “Tell her.”

“I would like some strawberry pancakes if that’s all right.”

“Sure. And for you?”

“Whatever sandwich you can make. And coffee-lot’s of it.”

“Where are y’all from?”

“The city south-east of here. There was a terrorist attack and we are refugees.”

“A terrorist attack?” She asks.

“Yes. Turn your TV on. You’ll learn all about it.” I tell her.

“Can’t. Cable’s out.” She replies.

“Well, these radical extremists, purposely derailed a train right where the transmission lines cross the tracks. That caused a chemical release and the power in most of the city is out.”

“Good Lord, that’s awful.”

“Yes. And it’s her eighteenth birthday.” I tell the waitress.

The waitress looks at my girlfriend and says “Well since it is your birthday, y’all both eat free. Y’all have seen enough hell for tonight and it’s the least we can do.”

“Thank you so much; I surely appreciate that.” I tell her.

“Yes, y’all are both welcome. Just tell any travelers about this place when you can.”

“I just hope and pray that you’ll get more refugee customers coming from the city, but most are probably on the Interstate. I took a back road so we wouldn’t be caught in all that traffic.”

My girlfriend and I happily eat and converse with the waitress and then we get coffee to go.

“Here’s a thermal mug with our company name on it. Tell everyone you can about us.” The waitress says.

“I sure will.” I tell her.

“Come back if you’re ever passing through again and we’ll take care of y’all.”

We leave the truck stop and get back on the highway. I am now awake and alert thanks to the free coffee. My girlfriend is sleeping on my shoulder. I hold her with my right arm and the wheel with my left. Three and a half hours before I am in my home town…

I see plenty of yellow lines and reflectors and at least my car is running smoothly. Finally I see the junction and turn to go into town.

I pull into my parents’ driveway. We step out of the car and I ring the doorbell. My Momma greets us…

 

Now, that you have read this piece, think for a moment and see if you know which country song inspired this piece.  Take a guess if you have to…

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“So, I will ask you again, Aubrey, who’s this young man?” Her mother asked.

“Yes, and what are your intentions with my daughter?” Her dad added in, looking at Liam.

Liam became slightly stoic and nervous.

Aubrey came to his rescue and said to her parents, “Don’t be so hard on him, y’all, he was dealt a bad hand in life.”

“At least let him speak for himself, though,” Her dad said, then continued, “What’s your name, young man?”

“Liam Hartford.” He said as he finally collected himself.

“That name isn’t common around these parts.”

“Well, you’re right, I’m not from around here. But I am looking for work and a safe place to stay.”

“Well, I happen to know where you can get that. But my daughter has been tremendously hurt before, so I want to make sure you won’t hurt her. I will ask again: What are your intentions with her?”

Liam worked up the courage and said, “To be honest, I just met her today. But I do think she is a wonderful young lady, the little I found out about her and I think she could bring some stability to my life. Not to mention I think she is beautiful and sweet. We also have a similar past, so I won’t lie, I do like her and my intentions would be to at least get to know her, although if she is as wonderful as I think she is, I could definitely marry her and be true to her.”

Aubrey beamed from ear to ear.

“What is your past like exactly?” Aubrey’s mother asked him.

“Well, I had abusive parents who beat me for a yes or no. When I was fifteen I fought back and gave my dad a bloody nose. My mom called the cops and I was arrested. The sheriff molested me while I was in custody. I was also molested by two other guards in juvenile hall. I stayed there until I was eighteen then, when I was released I left that town and never looked back. That was a little over a year ago.” He paused, then continued, “Since then, I have been traveling around The States and parts of Canada looking for work and shelter.”

“How do you travel so much?” Her mother asked.

“I sneak onto freight trains.”

“Well, that is highly illegal and I know you don’t want to go back to jail.  Do you?”

“I have no other way to get around though. It would be nice if I had steady work.”

“Well, like I said before I can get you steady work.” He paused then asked Aubrey, “What do you think about him exactly, baby girl?”

Aubrey answered, “I think he is kind and genuine and that I can bring out the best in him. And after hearing what he told you and Momma, I want y’all to know I feel the same way about him!”

The winds began to die down.

“Well, with that being said, I’ll give him a chance. I’m Porter Gables and this is my wife Polly Gables,” Aubrey’s dad introduced himself and his wife.

Liam shook both of their hands.

Some sunlight, albeit still overcast was starting to show again through the shelter glass.

“I wonder if the tornado is gone,” Polly said.

“I can find out,” Liam said, pulling his scanner out of his backpack.

“Good, because I need to get back to cooking.”

Liam turned his scanner on and tuned in the Weather Band.

There was a message played about the tornado warning for their county being allowed to expire.

“I had a crystal-controlled tabletop model, years ago.  It’s put away now, though, because the durn thing doesn’t pick anything up anymore,”  Porter said.

“I bought this so I can know when a train is coming and where it is headed.  But it doesn’t use crystals.  I program whatever frequency I want in it.”

“Well, hopefully, you will never hop on a freight train again.  Now, I need to survey the fields and see if there was any damage to my crops. You are welcome to stay, but I require you to respect my rules and my daughter.”

“Don’t worry about that. I am very grateful, so I think I can live with whatever terms you come up with.”

“That’s what I wanted to hear!”

“Do you like green beans, Liam?” Polly asked.

“Of course. There was this old man I briefly stayed with and he made the most awesome green beans. But then he was committed to a nursing home. But just so you know, I’ll eat just about anything!”

“My Momma also cooks some awesome green beans,” Aubrey added in.

“Well, I cannot wait to try them.”

With that, they all exited the storm shelter.

Liam and Aubrey went back to the barn loft.

Polly went into the kitchen to resume cooking.

And Porter climbed on his tractor and drove back to the fields…

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An Excerpt from “A Disabled Electrician turned Writer”

I began working on this series of stories back in February of 2017.  There are parts that I won’t show publically because of the sinning involved.  However, I feel that this particular excerpt teaches a decent lesson.  Ultimately I wrote this as a less offensive offshoot to my “Grocer and Writer” stories.

Without further ado, here it is:

 

I get helped out a lot, so I believe I should help others when I can. My elderly and widowed neighbor, Mrs. Angela Fulton just called me to come over and set up her new Weather Radio. It is only mid-May, but it seems as if Hurricane Season is getting an early start. The local TV news station reported earlier today that Tropical Storm Alidore is potentially headed towards our city and is also forecast to become a hurricane.

So, with that, I walk out my front door and engage the deadbolt. Then I walk across my porch, down my steps and leave my yard, locking my hurricane fence behind me. I go to the house adjacent mine, walk up the steps and knock on the front door.

Soon enough, Mrs. Angela answers and lets me in.

“The weather radio is in my kitchen; I’ll go get it. Just make yourself at home,” She tells me.

“Sure thing, Mrs. Angela,” I tell her.

There is also a beautiful young lady whom I have never seen before sitting on the sofa in the living room. I glance at her. She has a look of distress on her face, but then, wait, now she’s smiling at me. I smile back.

Mrs. Angela then walks back into her living room with her newly purchased Weather Radio, still in its package.

She hands it to me.

I take my Klein Electrician’s Knife from my pocket and cut open the blister packaging. Afterward, I skim the manual. The radio is a Midland EH55VP. I’m impressed by the specs so I think I’ll buy myself one as well.

After I finish skimming the manual, I ask Mrs. Angela, “Where do you want me to plug the charger in?”

“By my bed would be fine, ” She replies, then walks me to her bedroom.

I shine my Mini Maglite behind Mrs. Angela’s bed to locate the electrical socket.  Once it is found I plug the new Weather Radio in.

While programming the FIPS code into the radio, I ask Mrs. Angela in a whispering voice, “Who’s that pretty girl in your living room?”

“That’s Annabelle Jenkins. She lives in the apartment complex two streets over.”

“I’ve never seen her before. How do you know her?”

“I drove her over here because her mother left her in the parking lot at Melinda’s Superstore.”

“Isn’t she worried about catching a child abandonment charge.”

“No, the girl is eighteen.”

“Wow! I can’t get over how pretty she is.”

“Well, I think it’s terrible that a mother would abandon her own offspring, especially since a hurricane might be coming this way,” Mrs. Angela pauses for a second, then continues, “You should go talk to her. Who knows? Y’all might make a nice couple. I know you must be lonesome.”

“Yes, but I’m twenty-five. What would I have in common with her?”

“Age is just a number. My husband, God rest his soul, was seven years older than me. We loved each other like there was no tomorrow and I still terribly miss him to this day.”

“Oh, I don’t know if I could be like that with her, marriages like that are pretty much non-existent these days.”

“You’ll never know unless you try. That’s why most marriages of today fail, no one tries hard enough.”

“And those that do try hard, many times get their hearts broken.”

“Now come on, I see you in that house all by yourself all day long. I know you must be lonely there. Here you could have a potential for love and companionship. Don’t let this girl be the one that got away.”

“I guess you’re right. ”

“Of course. When you get as old as me, you know quite a few things about life.”

I finish setting up the weather radio and place it on her night table.

“All done.”

“Good. Now go talk to her.”

“Sure. But what should I say?”

“I’ll help you out, Johnny.”

So, we both walk back into the living room. I go to sit in the recliner when Mrs. Angela says, “Why don’t you sit on the sofa give this old lady her rocker?”

“Sure thing,” I say, awkwardly, then go sit next to the girl.

She smiles at me again. I smile back.

Mrs. Angela continues, “I’m sorry. I didn’t introduce y’all to each other: Annabelle, this is Johnny Joseph Elder. Johnny this is Annabelle Jenkins.”

We look at each other and awkwardly but sweetly smile.

Mrs. Angela then asks Annabelle, “So what exactly were you and your mother arguing about that she left you in the parking lot?”

Annabelle replies, “We were going to make groceries at Melinda’s and I told her I needed her to buy me a phone card for my Go Phone to turn my service back on. I then told her that I also needed a flash drive so I could type my term paper. She told me to buy them myself. I told her that I had no money because her stupid boyfriend took my money from me to buy pills. Then it all erupted and she left me in the parking lot. My term paper is due tomorrow and if I don’t turn it in, I don’t graduate.”

I gently put my hand on Annabelle’s and say, “I can get you a phone card and a flash drive if you want. I was going to Melinda’s anyway, to buy a weather radio. I thought Mrs. Angela’s one was cool so I’m going get one for myself-especially since there might be a hurricane coming.”

Mrs. Angela looks at Annabelle and says, “Why don’t you walk with him to the store. He’s a really good guy and, by the way, he couldn’t stop saying how he thinks you’re pretty!”

Annabelle, looks at me, smiles and asks, “Do you really think I am pretty.”

I nod with a bold blush and a wide grin.

She smiles back, then asks, “And you’d really buy those things for me?”

“Sure. Unless you have a boyfriend. It might make him angry if I did such a thing.”

“No. I’m single. Look how fat I am! Who would want me?”

“Well, I think your weight compliments your appearance.”

Annabelle smiles and blushes slightly, but then says, “Everyone at school harasses me because of my weight.”

“Don’t worry about them, high school students are so cruel sometimes. But once you graduate, none of them will matter ever again.”

“Well, I won’t graduate unless I write and turn in that paper.”

“Then, by all means, let’s go to the store and get some supplies.”

“Sure, I guess.”

“Y’all have a good time.” Mrs. Angela interjects.

We step up from the sofa then walk out of Mrs. Angela’s front door, down her steps, out of her front yard, then on the sidewalk and walk for a block to Melinda’s Massive Superstore.

As we are walking, Annabelle asks me, “What do you do for a living?”

“I’m on disability, but before that, I was an electrician’s helper. I never refuse any work that I’m actually capable of, though, and I try to help anyone whenever I can.”

“Oh, well that’s very kind of you, but how did you become disabled?”

“I was connecting the power to an outside air conditioning unit when I got shocked, lost my balance and fell eight feet and landed back first on top of a picket fence. The impact of the injury ruined my back.”

“Wow. I’m sorry that happened.”

“Well it is a blessing in disguise, I guess. You see, I’m still able to pay the mortgage and my bills, plus I have a lot of free time to do what I truly like which is writing.”

“I like to write too.”

“Neat. I’d like to read your work if that’s all right with you.”

“Only if you let me read yours.”

“I would let you see some of my stories, but others get a little steamy. I wouldn’t dare show them to a lady like you.”

“I might like the steamy ones even more though.”

“I have to make sure you are eighteen though, right. Mrs. Angela says you are.”

“Yes. Since April Fourth of this year.”

“Okay, I guess I can show them to you then.”

“How old are you though,” She asks me.

“I made twenty-five on January Twenty Seventh. I hope you don’t think I’m too old because I really do like you.”

“Nah, age is just a number. Besides, you’re cute, you’re sweet and you’re taking care of me. Anyway, who else would want me?”

“So I guess you like me too?”

“Yes. I do. A lot of guys I know are either too immature or just total jerks. However, you, somehow, seem different.”

“I feel like I’m on cloud nine.”

“Me too.”

Awkwardly we hug, then begin to hold each others’ hands as we walk into Melinda’s Massive Superstore.

“Will you be able to pay for my items as well as your weather radio? I mean you are on a fixed income.”

“Sure, that’s no problem. I have a revolving credit account over here. Besides, it’s for  things we need.”

We walk to the household merchandise section and I select a Midland EH55VP weather radio and a San Disk 16 GB flash drive. Then we walk to the front of the store and I select a Go Phone Refill Card. Afterward, we get in line to check out.

The cashier says as she smiles at me, “Johnny, you finally have a girlfriend. Y’all look so cute together.”

Annabelle and I smile at each other, then hug each other gently.

The cashier then looks at Annabelle and she says, “He’s a keeper, so treat him right and don’t break his heart.”

“Yes, I can tell he’s a keeper and he’s cute as can be,” Annabelle says.

I blush, then tell the cashier my account number and she charges the items to it.

We are handed our items, then go sit down in the food court.

She adds the credit from the Go Phone card to her AT&T plan, holds up her smartphone, a Samsung Galaxy Express 3, points it at me and says, “Since I am your girlfriend, I would like your phone number.”

“Of course,” I say, then call it out to her. She instantly programs it into her phone.

Then I say, “I want yours as well.”

“Of course, silly. I was hoping you’d ask me.”

She then calls it out and I program it into my phone, a Samsung Rugby 4.

We pick up our phones and purchased items, then leave the store happily.

“Well I guess I have to go type my paper now,” Annabelle says.

“Do you want to use my computer?”

“Good idea. I might be able to actually write the paper and not hear all the drama from my mom and her boyfriend.”

“Then let’s head to my house.”

She smiles, takes my hand and says, “Lead the way.”

We walk the block then arrive.

I unlock my hurricane fence, then we enter my yard. We walk up the steps onto the porch, then to my front door where I unlock the deadbolt.

I show her around my house saying, “Here it is. It’s not much but at least it’s mine.”

She looks around then sees the computer in my bedroom. Awkwardly, we simultaneously stare at my bed, then smile at each other, blushing.

“I guess I’ll get to work,” Annabelle says.

I start my computer up and log in, then hand her my swivel chair.

“Then I’ll set up my new weather radio and watch T.V. Afterwards I’ll prepare dinner for us. All I have is oatmeal because I didn’t defrost anything, but I can make it taste really good. That is if indeed you want to stay for dinner.”

“That’s fine. It’s much better than having to hear my mom and her boyfriend complain about how they have to buy all of my meals.”

“Well, I’m glad I have someone to buy meals for.”

Annabelle sweetly hugs me and our faces meet. We share a soft loving kiss then hug once more.

“I’m sorry, did I overstep my bounds by kissing you,” I ask her.

“No, it was very sweet of you,” She replies, then continues, “Now let me type my paper, then we can spend some time together.”

“All right. I’ll let you get to work.”

I head for the doorway and she blows me another kiss, then begins writing her paper. I cut my weather radio out of the blister packaging with Klein Electrician’s knife then set it up on my kitchen gadgets rack, near the front porch window. Afterward, I go into my living room, turn on my T.V. and adjust the antennas to watch the five o’clock news. There are numerous correspondents reporting how Tropical Storm Alidore is almost at hurricane strength and headed straight for our city. They are saying that a Watch will likely be issued at ten o’clock tonight. When the local news is finished I scan the channels on my T.V. for a while and eventually watch two reruns of MacGyver on the Me-TV sub-channel.

After the shows are over, I prepare some store brand oatmeal with White Gold sugar, store brand half ‘n’ half and McCormick Pure Vanilla Extract. When I’m done preparing dinner I walk to my bedroom. Annabelle is finishing up her term paper. She saves it to her flash drive and also on my hard drive.

We walk to the dining room. I serve the oatmeal then we say grace and eat.

After we finish eating, she offers to help me wash the dishes.

As we finish up the dishes, she asks, “Could we read some of your stories?”

“Yes, I would like that.”

We both walk to my computer and I pull up the folder with all my stories. I’m about to read to her when the alert function on my weather radio goes off from the kitchen. Seconds later her phone also goes off. We both get messages of a Hurricane Watch in effect.

“Should I walk you home to your mom’s?”

“Nah. She and her boyfriend will probably be on edge.”

“I would let you stay in my spare bedroom, but it’s totally up to you.”

“I guess I could. At least I will get a good night’s sleep instead of hearing my mom and her boyfriend, plus all the neighbors arguing.”

“Say no more; I’ll prepare the extra bed for you.”

“Thanks.”

I then go into my spare bedroom and pull back the covers on the bed. Then I turn the window unit to the coldest setting to get the room comfortable for Annabelle to sleep.”

After I walk back into my bedroom and Annabelle says, “Just walk me to the bus stop by my apartment complex in the morning, and I’ll board the bus from there.”

“Good, then I’ll go get some storm supplies from Melinda’s while you’re in school.”

“All right. I’ll call you during my bus ride home and you can meet me when I get off the bus at the complex. I might get a few days off from school and we can be together during that time.”

“That sounds great.”

“Now, since that’s settled why don’t we go back to reading your stories. I can’t wait to see them.”

“I wish I could see yours as well.”

“You can. I have them on a Micro SD card on my smartphone.”

“Great, so I’ll read one of my stories to you, then you’ll read one of your stories to me.”

We begin to read to each other, taking turns.

She writes beautifully, but what’s even more amazing is, she writes very much like me.

So I tell her, “We write very much alike. I always wanted to meet someone who wrote like me.”

“Yes, and you remind me of the good characters in my stories. It’s as if you came into existence just from what I wrote,” She pauses then says “Do you think you could read me one of your more steamy stories?”

“Well, I guess.”

“Don’t be shy.”

“Okay, here goes nothing,” I say then select the file and I read to her.

She stares intently at me and with great focus, smiling from ear to ear.

I keep on reading until I’m finished.

“Would it be all right if I took a bath? I need to be clean for school.”

“Sure. Let me get you a towel and a washcloth.”

I grab them from my utility room and open a fresh bar of soap and hand it to her. She winks at me then goes into my bathroom and turns on the water. I sit in my living room and scan the channels on my TV set. After an hour she comes out covered in a towel.

I am overcome by her beauty, but quickly I regain my composure.

“I guess I’ll go to sleep now,” Annabelle says.

“Sure thing,” I reply.

“Aren’t you going to kiss me goodnight?”

“If you want me to.”

“Of course I do, Johnny. I want that and so much more,” Annabelle says, then embraces me strongly. We share several kisses then she goes into my spare bedroom and gets dressed.

I go into my bedroom barely able to sleep because a beautiful young lady is under my roof. Finally, I doze off and dream many dreams about her…

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