Tuesday, November 23, 2004

Nightmare

      They're coming after me! The boy ran down the street, hoping he could hide in some dark alley or find some refuge.
      "Run, sweetheart, run! It's more fun this way!" A lone voice called out. The boy looked back as the gang pounded around the corner. Light flashed off their knives, and some of them carried baseball bats. The gang intended to make the boy pay the price for being different.
      The boy looked wildly around. He couldn't outrun them. To his left, a security light cut a swath in the night. The boy ran toward it. At least, he'd be able to see to fight.
      The gang was silent as they ran now. The boy reached the metal light pole, turned and braced his back against it. He sagged and lowered his head. He would have prayed if he could have mustered enough breath.
      The gang ran closer ... twenty yards ... ten years ... ten feet. They stopped, panting and swearing.
      Roy walked slowly toward the slumped boy. He was smiling. Suddenly he lunged forward, his knife directed at the boy's midriff.
      But the boy wasn't there. He jumped to the side. Roy's knife scraped the pole. The boy's left foot came up in a perfect arc and struck Roy in the face. Roy fell backward, blood spraying from his broken nose.
      A frozen silence ensued as the boy and gang stared at Roy. For a moment, the boy hoped.
      Then someone yelled. They rushed the boy. The boy kicked the legs out from under one of them. A fish smashed into the boy's face.
      Blows came from everywhere. The boy couldn't protect himself. He tried to roll into a ball, tried to protect his head, but they caught him and pulled up against the pole. Far off a siren sounded. Too late.
      Roy stepped forward, blood streaming from his nose, and in one quick move stabbed the boy in the stomach. The knife felt like cold fire. The boy screamed and fell into darkness.
      I wore up trembling. I reached over and put on my glasses. The clock read 2:30 and 1979 again. I lay there staring at the ceiling until the sun finally rose.

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4 comments:

Unknown said...

So which story will you be adding this to?

Erudite Redneck said...

I hereby rethink any concerns I have had regarding Dr. ER's "dark" blog entries. :-) Yikes.

Gloria Williams said...

It is dark, but it's well-written and vivid. I'm glad it was a dream, but in our inner city, this is often true. Unfortunately, they use guns now.

Anonymous said...

Oooo scary!!! Im glad I dont have dreams like that!!!
-Susan1