The Longest Day: The Story Behind the Story 11-15-15

The Longest Day: The Story Behind the Story                                             11-15-15     

            Oncet upon a time, in the South of Van, the Couver City on the Coast, were two brothers, name of Ron (close enough) ; Larry, the older and Bob, the younger.

            As idiot children are wont to do, they got bored and dreamt up something really stupid to do to pass the time.     

            Nosing thru their fathers shed they came across a chopping block and a very sharp axe, but nothing to chop…Hold on now, this gets worse….so Larry says to his little brother who he should have been looking after, ‘let’s see you put your hand on the block and I’ll swing the axe and we’ll see if you can pull it away before it bites wood”.

            Thoroughly beguiled by his older smarter (?) brother and not wanting to be a ‘chicken’ (who don’t have hands that I’m aware of), young Bobby puts out his hand and deftly jerks it out of harm’s way with a big laugh, and does this repeatedly (maybe not the laugh part) feeling pretty bulletproof, until he didn’t.

*WHACK!*

            To their shock and amazement, little Bobby lifted his bloody little hand off the block to find it missing a finger, and looking down at the block, there it was, seemingly beckoning to him, a chop off the old block.

            Now, this was some serious shit, made even shittier by the fact that dinner was nigh, about an hour away in fact, and they’d be expected to be there, all hands on deck so to speak.

 OhGodOhGodOhGodOhGod……………Mom and Dad are going to be MAD when they see this!

‘I know! We’ll HIDE it! Said Larry from the eye of a Gale Force Brain Storm.

‘My Hand?’ wondered young Bob.

‘No, No! Just keep your hand out of sight for a while, maybe the finger will grow back!’ offered Mensa Larry, ‘Hide the finger!’.

So, they casually slipped inside the house and at Mach1 speed, they Warped up the stairs to their room and Bob rummaged around for a place to hide the offending finger and settled on his Sock drawer, and hid it in a rolled up sock; they’ll NEVER think to look there, socks are for TOES! Nyah hah hah!

*DINNER!*

(Do not ask for who the dinner bell tolls……..)

Now, ambling downstairs to the kitchen in a Devil-may-care small boys sashay, the brothers sat down to their supper and it was going swimmingly until their mother asked Bob why he was wearing gloves to the table….

Yeah, it really happened.

Years later I bought Bobs house in Coquitlam but he didn’t cut me any deal, which might have been a good thing considering.

                                    Mark Twang.

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The Longest Day (#10) by Mark Twang

The Longest Day (#10) by Mark Twang                                              June 27/15

The sun finally sets on this ‘day’….

…..The posse and Dickson all seemed to burst through the cabin door and fill the room all at once.

            The posse stopped and stared in disbelief at the four boys, especially the one with the missing mitt. Dickson himself was dumbfounded at the sight, was the whole county converging on his cabin today?

            Assuming the worst, the posse was on Dickson like a wet shirt and bound and gagged him, threw him over a horse, put the boys in a wagon and back to town and a reckoning.

            Riding across a saddle was hard enough but hearing the posse’s comments and opinions about their unfounded opinion of  his less than Heterosexual tendencies and Psychopathic intentions towards young boys, in spite of his protesting to the contrary was simply distressing. 

            Fortunately for all, nobody had thought to bring a rope or there would have been no need to convene back in town.

            Once back in town however, reason prevailed over ‘spirit’ as the posse arrived to meet the women and the Judge who quickly, and without Court proceedings, put things in perspective and disparaged the addled mob reasoning of the alcohol sodden menfolk.

            Themselves, the boys didn’t think for a minute they’d be able to convince ADULTS of what had truly transpired, but this is a story and things like this happen in stories, and with the Ladies help and a sober-minded Judge, Mr Truant Officer Dickson didn’t go ‘hooky’ at the end of a rope, in fact he went from Villain to Vindicated and then was heartily celebrated by the same roughnecks that just an hour before wanted to put him out of their misery!

            That was quite a day and by the time it had reached the happy ending part the three Bush Rangers realized they hadn’t eaten all day ‘Well I et a piece a turnip earlier’ said Tru, ‘Yeah, I can smell it on ya too! I been hearing yer squeakers, if you was tribal I bet they’d call you ‘Smells Bad’, I know I would’ he spoke Truly.

            Foreman and his brother Finn never went to live with their Bear-Pa, so they had a Pappy ending, and he didn’t miss them neither. Where his sons were concerned he wudn’t much on the heir and now, in fact he was overhear to say afterward ‘the brothers were an Albacore off’n his neck!’ He was in his cups at the time, which was mosta the time as he was the day he came to a bad end himself, as one day he was found to have fallen down his own well, or…was he pushed?

            Foreman, the erstwhile missing and murdered brother, struggled with his handicap for a time, but being a determined sort overcame it by becoming a southpaw and finding employment as something of a Puppeteer, ‘Boopy’, for a while working carnivals, fairs, children’s parties and the like.

            The other brother Finn, the axe-man, became a Lumber Jack, a moody, aggressive sort, but his bark was worse than his bite.

            Of the original three, the Bush Rangers, Juan and Tru were killed in yet another somewhere’s war, and Trey lived out his life in Obscurity, Oklahoma.

            Truant Officer, ‘Tricky’ Richard Dickson’s name is lost to history after his position was made redundant, and so ends the tale.

Authors Note: ‘The Longest Day’ is based on a true incident

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The Longest Day #9 by Mark Twang

The Longest Day #9 by Mark Twang                                       June 27/15

‘GAWD DAMN! THAT’S craziest thing I EVER heard’ exclaimed Tru. ‘SO, how did you end up here, I don’t see no axe, block nor brother?! You SURE ‘bout this?’

‘Sure?’ said a surprised Foreman, ‘As sure as I know I’m short-handed,

ain’t I?

            ‘What happened next?’ asked Juan.

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            ‘We was at Pa’s cabin, we live alone with him since Ma left, and we was scaaaared! So we both lit out, with my hacked hand in hand, just running, and I dropped it somewhere’s’ Foreman explained. ‘We found it’ offered Trey. ‘An here comes Truant Officer Dickson axe-idently, you might say and noticing my hand was somewhat truant itself, brought me here as it were closer than town, an’ sent Finn to stay with a fren’ a his in the backwoods and for us to stay in hiding as our Pap would bring Hell on Earth when he foun’ out as he p’fers shine to his sons but he’ll put a shine on your eye if he gets his dander up. I use to fight back, but as you can see, I’m only half the man for the job now’.

            ‘Well that’s a heck of a yarn’ said Trey.

            ‘But it’s TRUE by gobs!’ retorted Foreman!

            ‘Say, what’s that you put on your stump? Asked Tru curiously.

            ‘Well, as I’m lone some and not Mr Dicksons age, an’ I like puppets, I made a face of sorts on the bandage to ‘muse myself’ allowed Foreman while they moved in to see and laughed, their guard now down. ‘I got to hand it to you, sorry! I got to give you credit for making the best of  bad situation’ said Juan and they all laughed together so as they didn’t at first hear Truant Officer Dickson hot-footing it to the cabin in a Bee line until the sound of the pounding, shouting posse in hot pursuit broke their levity.

            It seems the sour old Man Adams had made his suspicions about Mr Dickson’s doings known to other people of a meddlesome nature, and suspicions and rampant Rumor took hold from there and now a pack of vengeful vigilantes were going to see Justice done for the murder of the small, missing boy that none of them really knew altho their knowledge was bolstered by Beer and spirits in the local saloon, along with their bravado.

            The posse and Dickson all seemed to burst through the cabin door and fill the room all at once.

            The posse stopped and stared in disbelief at the four boys, especially the one with the missing mitt. Dickson himself was dumbfounded at the sight, was the whole county converging on his cabin today?

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The Longest Day #8 by Mark Twang

The Longest Day #8     by Mark Twang                                               June 27/15

…… Grabbing a stick that was leaning against the cabin wall, he now gave the door a good shove and in one creaking motion it went from ajar to agape.

‘Wwwwho’s there?’ squeaked a startled voice ‘Mr Dickson? That you??

The three little pigs now rose as one and peered inside.

There was a body there all right, and it was occupied.

Before them stood the missing, murdered boy, minus a hand which was bandaged over, the white stub had the beginning of a funny face drawn on it in paint, the boy having been amusing himself by talking to it before being startled out of his wits.

The three boys filled the doorway, the only way in or out, and finally Juan spoke ‘it’s YOU, YOU’RE the missing murdered boy they’s talkin’ about, but you ain’t dead, not yet leastways. WHAT are you doin’ here? Tricky Dicky keepin’ you prisoner or somethin’?’

The startled undead and found boy now spoke ‘No, I ain’t dead, but I might be if Mr Dickson hadn’t come along and found me and bring me here to heal. He’s a doctor a some kind, but he knows what he doin’, only thing is I got a bit infection an he run off to get some Mercury Acrom or somethin’ for it when you three Billys showed up. He never harm me, he heal me!’

‘But, he kep’ you locked away for hisself, an’ THAT’S kidnappin’, they might hang him f’ that!’ Said Tru.

‘No. If he didn’t want me to run, he woulda cut off a FOOT! I don’t walk on my hands, what’s wrong wi’ you?! Said rebound boy.

‘Well, what happened then and WHO are you anyway?! Queried Trey.

‘My name is Foreman, like a boss?’ He said looking down at his two present feet, and said, somewhat sheepishly….’me an’ my brother Finn was playin’ ‘Dare Ya!’ an’ takin’ turns with the axe for choppin’ wood, one a us puts a hand on the block an’ then pulls it away right quick before the axe bites wood, an’ the las’ time, I was too slow an’ the axe bit my hand off’, his voice trailing to a whisper, ‘it smarted but it wa’nt smart, I’ll allow that.’

‘GAWD DAMN! THAT’S craziest thing I EVER heard’ exclaimed Tru. ‘SO, how did you end up here, I don’t see no axe, block nor brother?! You SURE ‘bout this?’

‘Sure?’ said a surprised Foreman, ‘As sure as I know I’m short-handed,

ain’t I?

            ‘What happened next?’ asked Juan.

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The Longest Day #7 by Mark Twang

The Longest Day #7   by Mark Twang                                     June 27/15

            This sudden action startled Trey, and as Tricky Ricky stepped off the porch, crossing Treys immediate line of sight, he squatted down against the back side of a tree thinking, ‘if Bears don’t shit in the woods, I’M Gonna!’

            He stretched out, flattening himself so as not to make as much as a bump, ‘jest make yerself small’ he kept telling himself until Dick was out of sight, but NOT, out of mind.

            Trey, slowly and cautiously rising to his feet  from his Bear-in-the-woods position saw his Bush Rangers coming away from the cabin windows and approach him while he frantically and silently motioned them to be quiet and to stoop down and duck-walk their way to him.

            ‘Them winders is so dirty I couldn’t see much any too clear, but I saw Dickson moving around’ reported Tru, ‘same here’ from Juan.

            ‘No!’ Trey said matter-of-factly ‘you DIDN’T see Dickson because he just left by the front door! RIGHT in fronta me while you was at your corners! There’s somebody else, or somebody’s body in there, live and movin!

            A look of dense confusion clouded the faces of the Bush Rangers.

Taking the lead Trey Said ‘Let’s go over and try the door, maybe the latch didn’t catch!’

Slowly and as quietly as footpads they duck-walked over to the cabin door altho because of cramping themselves, they were accompanied by a fart followed by a short burst, followed by a pair of squeakers which had them all bursting to bust a gut laughing but held it all in.

The Three Must-get-theirs were now on the porch and Tru gave the door a poke with his finger, and it budged! ‘Don’t fart now, you might kill what’s inside’ he cautioned the two ugly ducklings, ‘you guys are fowl!’ he said in a staged whimper.

Grabbing a stick that was leaning against the cabin wall, he now gave the door a good shove and in one creaking motion it went from ajar to agape.

‘Wwwwho’s there?’ squeaked a startled voice ‘Mr Dickson? That you??

The three little pigs now rose as one and peered inside.

There was a body there all right, and it was occupied.

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The Longest Day #6 by Mark Twang

The Longest Day #6 by Mark Twang

            ‘He’s a bit cracked, that one’ Adams added to the non-versation that hadn’t just occurred, half to himself, (the other half wasn’t paying attention.) ‘that whatever War he was in left him a bit shell-shocked, he was in the Medical Corps then’ he offered to nobody in particular, and nobody noticed.

            The boys followed Dickson out of the store, and mounting Shanks Mare, trotted off, furtively following Off-Season Truant Dickson out of town to his residence-in-wanting of repair.

            Standing well back from the shack, the group reconnoitred but moved no further.

            ‘I got a bad feelin’ ‘bout this’ quavered Juan, ‘a BAD feelin’!’

            ‘It’s IN there’ he continued, ‘the body’s IN there!’

            ‘Dang! Then how do we find out? Brayed Trey,’ I can’t wait here all night else my Dad ‘ll kill ME!’

            ‘What we need is help from Sherlock Holes’ offered Trey.

            ‘Holes? You mean Sherlock Homs?’ countered Trey, ‘H-o-m-s, Homs, geez yer igernant!’ doing his best to show his ejamacation.

            ‘I know!’ said Tru excitedly, ‘you stay here, and me and Juan will circle round and come at the cabin from the back corners, so we watch the back door if they is one an look in the side winders’ he continued, sounding too sneaky for his own good.

            ‘Dern! Now that’s a plan!’ Said Juan quickly and the two scouts went off to take their positions, leaving Trey to wait and watch the front.

            Trey saw them emerge from the brush behind the cabin and approach the cabin soundlessly from their respective corners thinking to himself, ‘Well I hope we don’t need no respective Coroners if we get caught!’

            The very moment the Bush Rangers neared their respective corners, the front door swung wide and out stepped Dickson, a pause, a cautious sweep of the field and looking as though he were on a mission, departed on it.

            This sudden action startled Trey, and as Tricky Ricky stepped off the porch, crossing Treys immediate line of sight, he squatted down against the back side of a tree thinking, ‘if Bears don’t shit in the woods, I’M Gonna!’

            He stretched out, flattening himself so as not to make as much as a bump, ‘jest make yerself small’ he kept telling himself until Dick was out of sight, but NOT, out of mind.

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The Longest Day #5 by Mark Twang

The Longest Day #5 by Mark Twang                                       June 27/15

            While watching this wet end depart, Juan turned to Tru and said ‘I didn’t know your Uncle was in the Sherriff’s office, he always seems to be too drunk for Law Enforcement’. ‘Well, I din’t say he worked there, he’s usually behind bars till the ‘shine wears off that he drinks, then they put him to work cleanin’ up after hisself, so it’s not a lie, just a fib, ‘sides, it made old Dickson stop for a minute didnit?’ ‘Well, that’s’ true’ muttered Juan. ‘Yes I am’ replied Tru, ‘don’t wear it out.’

            Truant Dickson finally disappeared in a cloud of snit, or p’raps gnats, but he was gone out of sight, but still would bear watching.

            Gathering themselves together, cramped from sitting on the ground, they stretched and then secreted their prize as they were heading into town too and it wouldn’t do to be caught dead-handed!

            They ambled from store to store in town, wanting something but affording nothing until they found themselves in the Adams General Store and Sundries taking a sticky five-finger discount from the Candy section lifting Tar Babies, Jigger-Toes, Gob Stoppers and Jaw Breakers (who said there’s no harm in eating candy?!) when who blew in but Mr Dickson Sir!

            Old man Adams turned his attention from these practising Pirates to his new customer, ‘Hello! Back Again!’ Greeted Adams.

            Shopper Dickson asked for a number of Medical Supplies, disinfectants, Bandages and the like.

            ‘This is the third time this week you been in for this truck, somebody hurt or are you expecting an epidemic a some sort?’ queried Adams.

            Icy Silence from his customer, it was almost a relief from the heat.

            His purchase paid for, he then left the store without noticing the boys. He said nothing as he left as he didn’t suffer fools gladly and was relieved to be done with this insufferable one; Old Man Adams, what a sourpuss.

            ‘He’s a bit cracked, that one’ Adams added to the non-versation that hadn’t just occurred, half to himself, (the other half wasn’t paying attention.) ‘that whatever War he was in left him a bit shell-shocked, he was in the Medical Corps then’ he offered to nobody in particular, and nobody noticed.

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The Longest Day #4 by Mark Twang

The Longest Day #4 by Mark Twang                                       June 27/15

            The word hung unspoken in the air, ‘how does he know it’s a ‘Him’? they collectively concluded as though reading each other’s minds.

            ‘How do you know it’s a Boys hand, you said HIM’ Juan broke the silence.

            ‘Well, I, uhhhh’ sputtered stuttering Dick, taken off balance by this pointed inquiry ‘it might not be a BOYS hand at all’ he said, trying to recover his age-old advantage, it might just be some boojum made of wire and rubber left by a traveling Carnival Side-Show in this very lot a couple weeks past, Circus Tragic’ I think it was called and they had some curiosities like the Egyptian Mummy of a King they claimed it was, it may have fallen out of the case while packing up to flim-flam another town, Carnies, really! Besides GIRLS take better care a themselves, listen to their Mothers they do, leave it to a Boy to laugh his head off while a young lady keeps hersel’ in one piece!

            Whew.

            ‘He’s a long-winded Dick’ the boys thought collectively, again, looking at each other making panting faces.

            ‘Well, we’ll keep the hand all the same’ said Tru to his word, ‘my Uncle’s in the Sheriff’s office and I’m sure he’d like to see it before it gets handed off to anyone else with an inquiring mind like yours’.

            Flustered now, but not wanting to blunder further or show his hand, Truant Dickson quickly offered ‘Oh! I’m going right by the Sheriff’s office on my way! I’ll be happy to lend them the hand for you lads!

            ‘It appears to me that THIS hand has been dropped off one too many times already, so we’ll just hang onto it and take it in ourselves’ said Trey adamantly.

            ‘Yeah! If you’re so anxious for a hand, why don’t you grub around in them weeds like we did and see what turns up? Maybe the other one! Or maybe that one went home with its Mummy! Offered Juan cracking wise….and as an afterthought for his pals said…’an’ then go home and give y’self a HAND! At which point they all fell down laughing.

            Now thoroughly exasperated, raising his voice Tricksy Dick said ‘If you don’t give me that hand this INSTANT, I shall go to the Sheriff’s office RIGHT NOW and tell them I CAUGHT you boys trying to hide the hand of that murdered boy!’

            ‘Murdered?’

            ‘We only heard that he was MISSING’ Tru spoke gravely.

            ‘Well’ sniffed Dickson with an air of Superior Authority ‘There’s a hand without a boy, so it appears he’s come apart at the seems, which would make him missing and dead!’ at which point Truant Dick turned on his polished heel and stormed off, sans hand, in a huff, or p’raps a minute and a huff.

            While watching this wet end depart, Juan turned to Tru and said ‘I didn’t know your Uncle was in the Sherriff’s office, he always seems to be too drunk for Law Enforcement’. ‘Well, I din’t say he worked there, he’s usually behind bars till the ‘shine wears off that he drinks, then they put him to work cleanin’ up after hisself, so it’s not a lie, just a fib, ‘sides, it made old Dickson stop for a minute didnit?’ ‘Well, that’s’ true’ muttered Juan. ‘Yes I am’ replied Tru, ‘don’t wear it out.’

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The Longest Day #4 by Mark Twang

The Longest Day(#3) by Mark Twang                                     June 27/15

            ‘Mr. Dickson’ thought Juan, named Richard Dickson, or just ‘Dick’ for short he thought smiling to himself, ‘there sure are a lot of dicks around to day’ he said as an aside to his mates.

            Tricky Dickson ignored the remark, balefully.

            ‘Hello, Mr Dickson’ they chimed unenthusiastically.

            Our Dickson was a Truant Officer and an expert at outmaneuvering and ambushing his prey at play during the school year, but this was Summer, still…..

            ‘You fellows can call me Richard’ said Richard, feeling the richer for his largesse. ‘Or short Dick’ thought Tru, having a decided distaste for this Vigilante.

            ‘Well then, what have you there’?  said Short Dick shortly.

            ‘It looks like a paw from a Raccoon or maybe a Monkey’ offered Juan lamely, knowing full well there were no monkeys around there nor even on the continent, hoping it would distract the older man from the similarity to his own mitt.

            ‘Here! Give it to ME, let me see it QUICKLY!’ said the suddenly sibilant, serious old Badger.

            Juan, reaching out both hands, his and hisn’t, foward to the instantly ominous older man in natural response to an adults order…then snatching them back, ‘NO!’ I won’t, we’re not giving you any hand any how! WE found this, it’s OURS, possession is nine-tenths of the Law! Besides, it might be lucky!’ he asserted.

            ‘Well’ our Dick coolly spoke, ‘it wasn’t so lucky for its owner NOW WAS IT!? He spat out, ‘Any sign of him? You’ll know him right off, he’s missing a HAND!’ he emphasized.

            Him?

            The word hung unspoken in the air, ‘how does he know it’s a ‘Him’? they collectively concluded as though reading each other’s minds.

            ‘How do you know it’s a Boys hand, you said HIM’ Juan broke the silence.

            ‘Well, I, uhhhh’ sputtered stuttering Dick, taken off balance by this pointed inquiry ‘it might not be a BOYS hand at all’ he said, trying to recover his age-old advantage, it might just be some boojum made of wire and rubber left by a traveling Carnival Side-Show in this very lot a couple weeks past, ‘Circus Tragic’ I think it was called and they had some curiosities like the Egyptian Mummy of a King they claimed it was, it may have fallen out of the case while packing up to flim-flam another town, Carnies, really! Besides GIRLS take better care a themselves, listen to their Mothers they do, leave it to a Boy to laugh his head off while a young lady keeps hersel’ in one piece!

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The Longest Day(#3) by Mark Twang

The Longest Day(#2) by Mark Twang                                     June 27/15

            ‘Jeez!’ whatcha got there Trey?’ said Juan in wonder.

            ‘Yeah!’ echoed Tru ‘what the heck IS that thing??!!’

            ‘Hand, it looks like a hand’ trembled Trey, betraying his fear.

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            ‘It was in the grass, half buried in the dirt and I felt something there and picked it up, but what do we do now’ Trey continued.

            ‘We?’ Juan and Tru trilled. ‘Yes! ALL of us, together’ said Trey turning to face them.

            ‘It’s holding something, there’s something under the fingers’ said Juan pointing. Trey looked right at it and dropping the paw Trey said ‘I don’t want to open it, YOU do it!’ he said to Tru. ‘Fine! I will’ Tru said sounding too curious for his own good and picking up the hand and gently pried the Necrotic fingers apart and looking as tho he expected the fingers to creak or break as he did it, they didn’t but there WAS a torn paper there, and looking closer he said ‘Dick’.

            ‘Huh?’ / ‘Dick? Said the other two.

            ‘Yes, Dick, the paper has Dick printed on it’ Trey explained.

            ‘Yeah, Dick” Trey said a bit of a Hysterical laugh issuing from deep in  his throat, ‘I got a Dick in my hand!’ he finally burst out, joined by the other two, breaking the tension of the moment.

            ‘No’ now suddenly serious, Troy said ‘Dick, as in Dick and Jane! The school   book! ‘Say!’ he continued, ‘This might be from that missing kid! He was young enough to be reading a baby-book like this one.’

            ‘Hello Boys’ said the icy voice of Death, speaking out of the shadow looming over them.

            The boys all started as one, nearly levitating straight up they were so absorbed in the business at hand.

            Looking up, they saw the older man.

            ‘Mr. Dickson’ thought Juan, named Richard Dickson, or just ‘Dick’ for short he thought smiling to himself, ‘there sure are a lot of dicks around to day’ he said as an aside to his mates.

            Tricky Dickson ignored the remark, balefully.

            ‘Hello, Mr Dickson’ they chimed unenthusiastically.

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The Longest Day(#2) by Mark Twang

*A step back in time, a bend in the Prose, this could be my ‘Chuckleberry Fun’

The Longest Day #1 by Mark Twang                                       June 27/15

This is it!

            Today, is the longest day, of the year.

                        Summertime, Summertime, Sum, Sum, Summertime!

            There is a movement in the empty lot.

            A small boy stands waiting, searching for something, a tow-headed Huck Finnish looking lad with sad eyes that showed an older soul within, something  that has seen things from another time; he is Juan and he is wan.

            There is a slight breeze, a Zephyr, and dust swirls then hangs in the summer air. There is no sound except the once-in-a-while chirring and whirring of indolent insects. A Grasshopper with wings cuts through the air, landing too deliciously close to the wart with legs, the town toad…SNAP!...and that’s lunch.

            Pssst! Hey, PSSST!

            ‘He’s over here’, the second boy whispered; this is Tru.

            ‘I can see a hand!’ Tru pointed to a low rise with a growth of bunch grass, hardly enough room to hide a body, but there it was, it was true. 

            Using all the light-footed stealth of youth, they approached the tussock and..there he was, HAH! They shouted as one thunderclap to the 3rd boy, this was Trey, but Trey was as silent as the grave. He just lay flat.

            ‘Hey Trey? What’s the matter?’ they asked over each other.

            But Trey neither moved nor spoke, he just lay there looking at his hand, which was hand in hand with…a hand.

            ‘Jeez!’ whatcha got there Trey?’ said Juan in wonder.

            ‘Yeah!’ echoed Tru ‘what the heck IS that thing??!!’

            ‘Hand, it looks like a hand’ trembled Trey, betraying his fear.

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The Longest Day #1 by Mark Twang (of 11)

*A step back in time, a bend in the Prose, this could be my ‘Chuckleberry Fun’

The Longest Day #1 by Mark Twang                                       June 27/15

This is it!

            Today, is the longest day, of the year.

                        Summertime, Summertime, Sum, Sum, Summertime!

            There is a movement in the empty lot.

            A small boy stands waiting, searching for something, a tow-headed Huck Finnish looking lad with sad eyes that showed an older soul within, something  that has seen things from another time; he is Juan and he is wan.

            There is a slight breeze, a Zephyr, and dust swirls then hangs in the summer air. There is no sound except the once-in-a-while chirring and whirring of indolent insects. A Grasshopper with wings cuts through the air, landing too deliciously close to the wart with legs, the town toad…SNAP!...and that’s lunch.

            Pssst! Hey, PSSST!

            ‘He’s over here’, the second boy whispered; this is Tru.

            ‘I can see a hand!’ Tru pointed to a low rise with a growth of bunch grass, hardly enough room to hide a body, but there it was, it was true. 

            Using all the light-footed stealth of youth, they approached the tussock and..there he was, HAH! They shouted as one thunderclap to the 3rd boy, this was Trey, but Trey was as silent as the grave. He just lay flat.

            ‘Hey Trey? What’s the matter?’ they asked over each other.

            But Trey neither moved nor spoke, he just lay there looking at his hand, which was hand in hand with…a hand.

            ‘Jeez!’ whatcha got there Trey?’ said Juan in wonder.

            ‘Yeah!’ echoed Tru ‘what the heck IS that thing??!!’

            ‘Hand, it looks like a hand’ trembled Trey, betraying his fear.

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