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Slowly Drifting Away
“…And highs in the mid-to-low 60s. Now we take you live to Casanova, with a crowd of star-gazers eagerly awaiting tonight’s meteor
Charlene turned off the channel-seven news and took a sip from her high-ball. The TV hissed away into the unrequited silence.
“The only ‘seven’ news I need is word on my next damn bottle of Seagram’s,” she sighed heavily into her glass. “Hey Tom,” Charlene
managed to sputter, “Where’s that kid of yours at? You said he’d be here in ten minutes. It’s going on twelve!”
Tom was more eager to continue surfing the free porn sites he’d recently discovered, but he managed to mutter, “He’s on his way,” as he killed
two surprise pop-ups and placed the finished cigarette butt onto the mountainous heap aside his mouse pad. He murmured something about
French-ticklers and fell silent for the rest of the evening as Charlene slowly slipped away on the Lazy Boy.
Tom certainly was on his way…to better things that is. He’d long since forgotten that his step-mother needed her alcohol fix, and that his father
was probably more concerned about his lighter-fuel than his son’s well-being. Josh had pulled his ’95 Ford Escort into the Greenway parking area
several hours ago. It was the place
to be to watch a meteor shower, and he wasn’t going to miss it for the world, much less for the cravings
of an alcoholic.
The news crew had already made its rounds an hour ago, and Josh had eagerly side skirted the camera’s viewpoint to avoid being caught in the
limelight. He only had a few friends, but they were all there on that chilly September night. You couldn’t really claim front-row
an event such as this, viewed in an expansive open field, but if there were such a things as the best seats in the house Josh and his buddies had
them. They sat perched on the rolled-up hay logs, heads tilted to the heavens, and watched as the shower slowly began to trickle by.
As the meteors rolled over the skies and the star-gazers gazed, no one starred in awe at the fine particulate matter that settled among them; in their
hair, in their clothes, in the town’s water supply.
The mind's eye catches many things we miss, and Josh possessing the keen mind he was gifted, felt a shiver run down his spine that cold morning of
September in Eastern Kentucky as he walked to his car. His drive home was lonely and mesmerizing. He found himself in bed not remembering the trip
home, but easily drifted into a calm and relaxing sleep.
There would be few nights ahead of peaceful and easy sleep for Josh and the remaining inhabitants of this planet we call Earth. Very few indeed…
[edit on 10/5/2005 by EnronOutrunHomerun]