Wednesday, March 21, 2012

FLASH FICTION FRIDAY, CYCLE 72: LADY IN WAITING


The challenge this week was to use this photo for one scene in our story, and the story must have at least two scenes.  The genre was open, and the word limit was 900.


NOW I LAY ME DOWN TO SLEEP…

Fairy tales do not tell children the dragons exist.  Children already know that dragons exist.  Fairy tales tell children the dragons can be killed.   
- G. K. Chesterton


I only had a few patients to see this morning, and I was looking forward to spending the rest of the day working in my garden.  I always took Old Creek Highway into town, even though it added an extra ten minutes to my journey.  The fields on both sides of the road, abundant with wildflowers in all colors of the rainbow and inviting shade trees looming protectively over waif-like brooks make the trip almost dream-like.  That is, until I see her.

Serena Josler.  Fifteen.  Standing at the guardrail, staring into the wooded area.  Again.  I could set my watch by this child.  Every day, she stands there and gazes longingly into the brush.  That portion of the highway is more along the lines of a nightmare.  Drivers taking that route to the interstate always stopped at that exact spot to dump their ashtrays, toss out their fast food wrappers, and empty their bladders.  The rail’s bent from when our previous sheriff engaged in a high-speed chase with some boys from the middle school who had taken one of their daddy’s pickups for a joyride.  Sheriff Minson survived; none of the boys made it though.  He was subsequently ‘permitted’ to resign.  That senile old psychotic should have been jailed, if you ask me.  Unfortunately, nobody did.

Several times I considered asking her why she was there.  It couldn’t have been to retrieve something she had lost since she never crossed the rail into the woods.  I doubted she would wait there for someone, standing right next to the highway like that.  I couldn’t figure it out.  I never did pull over though and approach her.  She was a lost soul; the whole town knew.  After her mother ran off, being raised by her alcoholic, registered sex-offender daddy couldn’t possibly do much for her self-esteem.

As I passed her this morning, I wondered if the black eyes she had a few days ago were fading.  Whenever I saw the bruises, cuts and overall malaise, I wanted to contact family services and confront the son-of-a-bitch who sired her.  Being familiar with the staff over at the county offices, I knew that would have been a losing proposition.  Nothing was ever treated as confidential, and fingers would have been shaken at Burt Josler and he would have been told ‘no, no’, and that would have ended their involvement in her case.  It wouldn’t have ended there for Serena however.  She may not have survived that kind of intervention.

Come to think about it, there was something different about her today.  Now, what could it…  Oh, now I realize what it was.  She was dressed warmly, but still carrying a jacket, and had that big purple bag of hers over her shoulder, and it looked filled to overflowing.  She didn’t have her thumb out to pick up a ride, and no buses ran through this area of the county.  She was just staring--as always--but, at what?  Somehow I knew I’d never get the chance to ask her.

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It’s been a week and a half now since I last saw Serena.  Lots of folks around town thought it odd that her daddy never spoke of her anymore.  Not me, though, because I knew him for the monster he was.  And besides, after pulling over by the rail where she stood, when I looked over, I had found the half-buried shoe box.  I’m no Dr. ‘G’ from the television, but I did graduate from medical school.  I know a dead fetus when I see one.  My guess would be around ten weeks--give or take a lifetime.  The brand new teddy bear in the box told me Serena had planned to keep it.  As if a little one stood a chance in Hell of making it in that household…

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Burt drank himself to death awhile back.  Henry from Dunnings Funeral Home put on a nice service, although no one from town showed up.  I stopped in for a minute for some coffee and a sweet roll and to sign the register.  Mine was the only signature.  Interesting how some people leave no empty space when they pass on.  Even though I believed his existence was the good Lord’s only mistake, I attended the service since the sweet rolls were fresh from the bakery that morning and Dunnings got their coffee from Lara’s Diner.  Lara’s coffee packed just the punch I needed to get me through the day.

It’s funny how, as time passes, it’s almost as if those who have gone away never existed.  I still think about her though, every time I pass her spot on the highway.  I picture her older, perhaps married with a couple of kids, living in a tidy split-level, with an in-ground pool and a vegetable garden in the backyard.  In my heart, I know my vision’s just a fantasy, but still I hope there’s a tiny little corner of this world where Serena found a moment’s peace.  And a chance.

12 comments:

  1. Very moving and real. While reading this, I felt like I had also seen this girl. I probably have. Powerful story.

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    1. CM, Thank you for your comments. I totally agree. I know I've seen her on the side of the road, and you always wonder...

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  2. A tough story, JF... I like the perspective you wrote this one from. Well done.

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    1. Thomas, Thank you so much. I appreciate your comments. It was tough to write. I wanted to kind of distance my character from the girl (you know, keep it clinical), but even doctors have a heart. So glad you enjoyed it.

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  3. Very nice story. Sort of a bitter-sweet ending, hoping that maybe she has found something better, but knowing it's unlikely. I like the opening description.

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    1. Ravens, I appreciate your stopping by to read and comment. Hope springs eternal, but I agree. She probably went from the frying pan into the fire. Unfortunately, that's the way real life goes. Not too many happy endings, after all.

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  4. Great story, I going to use the quote above to imagine that somehow she found a way to slay her dragons.

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    1. Beach, Thanks so much. I'm glad you enjoyed this. I first heard that quote on an episode of Criminal Minds about an abused child. The episode was quite disturbing, since it went way beyond the abuse. When I saw that photo, for some reason, that quote popped in my head. Hopefully, those we've all seen on the side of the road really do find a way to slay their dragons and move forward.

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  5. "I know a dead fetus when I see one. My guess would be around ten weeks--give or take a lifetime." Absolutely love this line. This tale is such a sad pleasure to read, well done, Joyce!

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    1. Ingrid, Thanks for taking the time to read and comment. Doctors have to remain distant to a degree, otherwise all the pain and death they see would drive them crazy. But they are human too, and I believe they always feel something, even if they can't express it. My doctor here though, this one hit hard. I wanted at least one remark to show the pain was there.

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  6. Powerful and compelling... and bittersweet. You give such an insightful voice to the narrative, Joyce.

    Sadly, there are too many like Serena... who after an often long and painful struggle... fell to the dragon.

    Almost crushingly sad, Joyce... I finished reading this with tears in my eyes.

    Very well told.

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  7. Veronica, Thanks so much. I always appreciate your comments. When I saw the photo, it just overwhelmed me. I know I've seen this girl--we all have. What are they running from, or to, and do they ever find peace? One can only hope the dragon doesn't win every time...

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