The Death Farmer
By Theresa C. Newbill
Part five of nine
Rachmaninoff is playing on the cd in Alan's room. Even after taking a relaxing shower, he cannot sleep. White petals of fresh flowers fringe the corners of picture frames that hold the images of Sarah and Kelly. Men cry from the graves of their loved ones but Alan Parker cries alone in his room. Kelly's dresser still holds the cold cream she used along with a variety of toiletries. Alan picks up the cold cream and opens it, taking a whiff of the sweet vanilla scent. It is the fragrance of innocence that nourishes his pale green eyes. Lying on his bed, Alan is taken back to the first time they met. The rainbows are canceling each other out as speckled geese play in the dunes of drifting sands between episodes of total river emersions, incessantly hunting tiny fish. Kelly swims taking in the sun, oblivious to their presence. He remembers seeing her at church, the sway of her hips, arms raised to God singing His praises. She is special, a free spirit that enjoys trotting along the speckled geese in her bra and panties.
"Hey! Hi, " she yells and waves as a young Alan swims in closer to her.
"So what's your name?" Alan asks.
"Kelly Anderson, " she replies and continues as she stares intently at him, "oh you have soul-mate eyes."
It chills him.
***
Father Oliviere is also having a hard time sleeping tonight. Tomorrow marks the one-year anniversary of the fire that killed most of his friends. He sits at the edge of his bed with prayer book in hand. The book falls open to a page that holds a wedding picture/thank you card of Kelly and Alan Parker.
"Do you like poetry, Father?" A very young Kelly asks, and before the priest has time to answer she continues, "I think Bob Dylan is poetic."
Father Oliviere smiles and says, "One push of the button
And a shot the worldwide
And you never ask questions
When God's on your side."
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Theresa C. Newbill is a is a self described free spirit and former elementary school teacher turned writer. Her work has been widely published in various print and online magazines and she has received numerous awards for her writing.
By Theresa C. Newbill
Part five of nine
Rachmaninoff is playing on the cd in Alan's room. Even after taking a relaxing shower, he cannot sleep. White petals of fresh flowers fringe the corners of picture frames that hold the images of Sarah and Kelly. Men cry from the graves of their loved ones but Alan Parker cries alone in his room. Kelly's dresser still holds the cold cream she used along with a variety of toiletries. Alan picks up the cold cream and opens it, taking a whiff of the sweet vanilla scent. It is the fragrance of innocence that nourishes his pale green eyes. Lying on his bed, Alan is taken back to the first time they met. The rainbows are canceling each other out as speckled geese play in the dunes of drifting sands between episodes of total river emersions, incessantly hunting tiny fish. Kelly swims taking in the sun, oblivious to their presence. He remembers seeing her at church, the sway of her hips, arms raised to God singing His praises. She is special, a free spirit that enjoys trotting along the speckled geese in her bra and panties.
"Hey! Hi, " she yells and waves as a young Alan swims in closer to her.
"So what's your name?" Alan asks.
"Kelly Anderson, " she replies and continues as she stares intently at him, "oh you have soul-mate eyes."
It chills him.
***
Father Oliviere is also having a hard time sleeping tonight. Tomorrow marks the one-year anniversary of the fire that killed most of his friends. He sits at the edge of his bed with prayer book in hand. The book falls open to a page that holds a wedding picture/thank you card of Kelly and Alan Parker.
"Do you like poetry, Father?" A very young Kelly asks, and before the priest has time to answer she continues, "I think Bob Dylan is poetic."
Father Oliviere smiles and says, "One push of the button
And a shot the worldwide
And you never ask questions
When God's on your side."
- - -
Theresa C. Newbill is a is a self described free spirit and former elementary school teacher turned writer. Her work has been widely published in various print and online magazines and she has received numerous awards for her writing.
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