Monday, June 14, 2010

"Townspeople" (Part 2 of 6)

"Townspeople"
by Jason Hart

Part 2 of 6


-Present Day-

Lara leaned over and pecked her son on the forehead, "I love you, Trey." she whispered.
"I love you too, mommy." Trey replied, his eyes struggling to stay open.
"Did you like the story?" she asked.
"Yeah."
"What was your favorite part?"
"The part where Jesus told them to throw their fishing net on the other side of the boat and they caught all those fish!" Trey giggled.
Trey's mother smiled, "I liked that part too. Sweet dreams." She reached up to turn off the lamp beside Trey's bed, but was interrupted.
"Mommy," Trey asked curiously, "When is Daddy coming home?"
She forced a smile, "Oh sweetie, we talked about that, don't you remember? Daddy's not coming home."
"Why not?" Trey asked, genuinely confused.
"Daddy..." Her voice faltered. She thought of everything she wanted to say. She thought of how much he had hurt her - how much he had hurt them. She wanted to scream, to tell Trey the truth, tell him that Daddy was a bad, bad man and that Trey wouldn't want anything to do with him. Lara gathered herself and continued, "Daddy, doesn't want to be here anymore. Daddy doesn't love us like he used to...but you know what?"
"What?"
"We can still love Daddy. We can still pray for Daddy - do you want to pray for him right now?"
"Sure..." Trey said softly.
Lara closed her eyes and waited to hear what this innocent little boy would say about her husband, his father. After a few seconds, Lara glanced down to see why Trey hadn't started praying. He had fallen asleep. Despite the somberness of the moment, she couldn't help but smile just a little bit. Just as well, she thought to herself, I didn't want to pray for him anyway. Lara reached up and finished what she had started to do a minute ago, and switched off the lamp next to Trey's bed.


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-Sometime in the Past-

Paul's relationship with currency, not to mention Abby, was worsening. Since, he didn't have the time or money to learn a new trade, he was forced to do the only thing he knew how to do - fish. About the time Paul began wondering if their marital vows would be made into a mockery by their next anniversary, as if on cue, the fish starting biting. They started biting, and they wouldn't stop. It was as if the fish knew how badly Paul needed to catch them, and they just obliged. That year he brought in more income than the previous 3 years combined. The year after that, he tripled what he had made the previous year. Paul paid off his debts, bought a bigger boat, and even purchased a round-trip train ticket so he and Abby could take a much needed vacation.

As the money rolled in, happiness seemed to come along for the ride. No longer shackled by financial restraints, Paul and Abby connected in a whole new way. They were like newlyweds again. One night, after a romantic evening together, Paul got down on one knee and produced a small velvet box from his pocket. It had taken nearly 5 years, but Paul had finally delivered on that promise to get Abby her wedding ring.
"It's so gorgeous!" Abby gushed, "I've just got one question for you.", she teased.
Paul played along, "Oh, really? What's your question?"
Abby leaned in close and interlocked her fingers with his, "When do you want to start a family?" she whispered.

And all the townspeople declared, "Paul, this is good."

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...to be continued.

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