It Comes In the Fog
The fog has rolled back in from the sea and my time is short. I hear the call again as the lights of the village are being choked out by the supernatural mist. The voices cry out for me to join them, and the pain of not going is too much to bear.
I met her while I was still married. I was a thirty-year-old photographer and photo-assistant. I shot a lot of jobs on my own but worked with a few photographers to help pull together large, big budget shoots. The first time I met her was during one of those jobs.
Among a group of our friends, this is simply referred to as “The Story”. It has been told hundreds of times. My friend has stood next to me to aid in the telling of the story. Upon meeting his future wife, the telling of the story began only a few minutes later. Last weekend, at the Eagle Court of Honor ceremony for one of my sons, my friend’s son asked that I tell the story again… his girlfriend wanted to hear it.
Julian stood on the playground for the fourth night that week. After school, he finished his homework as fast as he could, then ran down the street to the neighborhood court, to practice until dinner. After dinner he would hit the court again. It was the one thing he loved more than anything else, and he was good at it. The high school coach had invited him to practice with the JV team a couple of months before. Even though he was only in seventh grade, he had run circles around every member of the squad.
Through the Lens
Sarah wiped her hands as she walked out the front door of the large farmhouse. It had been weeks since she’d seen her husband, and he’d left with the crops in the fields and her with three children under five. She wanted to be angry, but seeing his goofy grin, she couldn’t help but smile back at him. After all, he had arranged for his parents to sit with the kids, his father also working the fields, and his brother-in-law lending a hand.
Vodka and Vanity
He looked across the hazy bar and saw that smile. That dazzling smile. He knew he had to meet her. He’d seen her there the last few Wednesdays with her friend. Each week, he watched as guy after guy went down in flames after their approach to the small table. A couple of times he had almost thrown caution to the wind and taken the risk himself, but he knew he needed help. Cal looked away for a minute and saw his buddy walking into the bar. Trent was far from his first choice as a wingman, but he was the only person available.
The spotlights dimmed and the ring of the amplified instruments died. Lightning jumped off the side of the small stage and walked back to the converted bathroom that served as their dressing room for the night’s performance. He was bathed in sweat, his clothes stuck to him as if he’d been in a rainstorm.
An Adventurous Boy
Tommy slung his backpack over his shoulder as he rose from the cramped desk. He briefly envied the city kids that would walk out of their schools and step into heated school busses. Even though they only lived a mile or two from school, they would ride in chauffeured comfort almost the entire way.