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Kiddledee


Author: mikepyro7
ASL Info:    15. Male. TX
Elite Ratio:    2.11 - 21 /41 /30
Words: 675
Class/Type: Story /Serious
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He sat on his porch, listening to the kiddledees' soft cries.


Kiddledee



Kiddledee...
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Jack Townsend sat in his favorite rocking chair, in his favorite spot, of his favorite porch, his own. Slowly squeezing out the half empty tube, he spread the icy sunscreen across his bronzed skin. Even with constant sunshine he was unable to escape the curse of his father’s Irish blood, which left him easily burned.

Leaning back, he gently rocked back and forth, feeling the cool summer air bathe his face. From across the picket fenced lawn he could hear the sweet song of the birds. He never took the time to learn the bird’s real names, he just called them Kiddleedee, owing to the soft tapping of their feet.

-Kiddleedee, kiddlee, kiddlee, kiddlee, Kiddleedee.

Jack closed his eyes. Everything was so calm in the wild country, the only travelers on the dusty road were the newspaper boy, lost tourists, and family.

Many considered Jack to be a hermit, due to his reclusive life. He worked the night shift for the Ponder Hospital. He rarely bothered to go out to public events. He didn’t like his life style, but he didn’t hate it either.

Jack lived alone except for his wife Samantha. Samantha spent most of the day doing volunteer work at charity groups, so the only days they were able to spend any time together were during the early morning hours and the weekends. But for them, that was enough.

The Kiddleedee ran by, kicking up small clouds of dust, and disappeared into the short grass that blanketed the field. The dust blew up, forming small twisters of sand, until they finally settled along the empty road.

-Kiddleedee, Kiddlee, kiddee, Kiddleedee.

Jack opened his eyes, which fluttered as grains of sand hit them. From far down the road he could hear the steady roar of a police siren. Jack ignored it. Half a mile from his field lay the small town’s main road. He rarely heard any sound from the highway, but then again, not much happened in Ponder.

He raised the imported beer, whose name he couldn't pronounce, and sipped slowly from the top. The cloud of foam still lingered, ticking his lips as he drank.

Although not a heavy drinker, Jack enjoyed the relaxation that accompanied the light buzz. He could even hear it in his head, a soft ringing, lightly tapping his temples. He smiled, enjoying the sound. Slowly, however, the ringing grew louder and louder, finally reaching a point that proved it wasn't in his mind.

The phone was ringing, it echoed through the rusty door frame and began to pick at Jack's head. He would've ignored it, but his buzz wouldn't let him.

Jack stood, brushing the dust from his shirt, and opened the front door.

He made his way past the oak tables and plucked the small, white phone from the charger seated on the cedar counter. Pressing the talk button, he held the reciever to his ear. A gruff and familiar voice came from the other side of the line.

“Hello?”
“Hello Jack. It’s me, Marty.”
“Oh hey Marty, what’s up?”

Marty was the town’s sheriff, he often called Jack at odd hours for advice on injuries and treatments; Marty was somewhat of a health freak. Jack noted that the sirens were getting louder, closer.

“Jack. I don’t know how to say this.”
“What is it Marty?”
“There’s been an accident.”

Jack’s relaxed smile faded, a knot of tension shot down his back, wrapping itself around his unprotected gut.

“What?”
“It’s Samantha.”
“Marty...”
“There’s a car on the way to pick you-”

He let the phone fall. Marty’s voice still spoke through the line, trying to comfort a man who was no longer there. Jack slowly slid down the blinds, staring at the police cruiser that had just arrived.

He could hear the soft voices of the Kiddleedee, rising from the grass.

-Kiddleedee, Kiddleedee, Kiddee, Kiddlee, Kiddleedee...




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  This is another fantastic write from You Mike
You definately have a way of using the right words in your stories to create an emotion that wouldnt be there without those words
As I have told you before I would definately suggest you contimue writing and maybe try to expand into longer stories as I see you being an author in the future
Excellent Job
The Kiddleedee FANTASTIC USE OF THE IMAGINATION!!!!
God Bless
Ron

Please if you get a chance Please take a look at some of my writes and let me know what you think
Thanks Mike
God Bless
Ron
| Posted on 2006-10-23 00:00:00 | by Ronswords | [ Reply to This ]


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