The words used in this story: guy, repertoire, restaurant, blade, trifle
Beverly watched from her kitchen window as her son, Jason, headed towards the path that he always gook when waking the families only dog. They had had two dogs but the other had died recently due to Iron Poisoning. Beverly couldn’t believe how fast her boy was growing up. He was small for his age, but was big enough now to walk the dog to a nearby park on his own. In the small town in which they lived, where everyone new everyone, Beverly felt comfortable in allowing her son to go there on his own.
Normally, Bench (whom Jason had named because he had found him, as a small pup, huddled under a bench one full-moon night) would be allowed off his leash to run once at the park. Bench was very well behaved and always came back with just the slightest whistle. But Beverly had given Jason the rule that unless she (or his father) was with him, Jason was to keep Bench on his leash at all times. As far as Beverly knew Jason had always followed this rule.
Beverly continued to watch. Soon dog and boy were out of sight. Beverly went back to making another batch of honey-bread. She had been making bread most all morning to fill orders she had gotten both from local town folks as well as some from neighboring towns. Beverly made her special bread using homemade honey from the families very own bees. She remembered being a bit fearful of dealing with bees at first and had let her husband Brian take care of the bees. Beverly was still a little nervous about getting honey from the combs and preferred to let her husband gather the honey. But she had found that, if needed to, she could do the job.
Many of Beverly’s neighbors and friends had raved about her Honey-Bread saying that she could easily sell the loaves they were that good. Beverly wasn’t so sure at first, but figured she had nothing to loose in giving it a go. The first dozen loaves she had made had sold quickly and there had been orders for even more. Beverly began to think that just maybe something would come out of her love for baking. She knew that the family didn’t really need the extra money from selling the loaves as they got by just fine on Brian’s income, and even had a little left over at the end of the month for a “fun fund”. But they didn’t have extra money to put aside for Brian to go to college and she figured the extra money from selling the bread could go into a University Fund for Brian to use for just that when he got older.
“Daddy your looking awfully peaked.” Little Angelica said to her father, Lt. Jack Ramone, her little face wrinkling with obvious concern as they made their way down the hospital corridor. “You need to go back to your bed and rest.” Angelica insisted. For only being four years old, Angelica was extremely bright and perceptive.
“Peaked? Where did you learn such a big word?” Jack asked.
For a four year old, Angelica was extremely bright
“My Aunt Cindy.” Angelica replied. “She was always saying that I looked ‘peaked’, so I asked her what it meant and she told me it means that I look sickly and tired” “But I don’t look like that anymore, do I Daddy”
“No Sweetheart, you don’t”
Jack was thankful that his sister had agreed to take Angelica after his wife Bethany (Angelica’s mother) had died in a terrible car accident just before he had called up for active duty. Jack and Bethany had made the mutual decision that if anything was to ever happen to Bethany and Jack found himself unable to care for Angelica that guardianship would be given to his sister Cindy. Cindy and Bethany had gotten on well together right from the start and had formed a strong bond.
Being out in the country with her cousins and the livestock had done Angelica a world of good. Each time Jack had seen Angelica via an online link, each time Cindy sent a new picture he could see that she was looking healthier and healthier. His plan, after finishing his call of duty, was to get a place in the country – Maybe even on the river so he could use hydroelectric electricity. His job in the military had been in finding and harnessing various forms of energy and he had had no doubt that he could use that knowledge in his own place. That is he hadn’t had any doubt before a terrible accident had left him badly injured with the possibility that he might not work again.
The accident had taken place at a geothermal plant where Jack had been stationed. Everything had happened so fast that he’d barely had time to comprehend what was going on as the proverbial ‘shit hit the fan’ Without thinking Jack had immediately acted to ensure the safety of the others in his group making sure that everyone had gotten out safely. He was just moments away from safety himself when an explosion had ripped through the building. Something had fallen hitting him across his lower back. The last thing that Jack remembered was one of the other guys pulling him to safety.
Doctors hadn’t given Jack much hope that he’d ever walk again. He didn’t know how he was ever going to be a father to little Angelica. The dream of having a place of their own in the country now seemed an impossibility….
“Come on Daddy,” Angelica said, interrupting Jack’s thoughts, “I’ll help you”
“Allright sweetie” Jack responded, we’ll head back
Angelica helped her father push his wheelchair back to his room, her red tap dance shoes clinking on the linoleum as the fairy wings of her favorite costume flapped behind her.
“You know your my little angel girl, don’t you?” Jack said as they rolled into his room.
“Yes Daddy” Angelica responded as she climbed into his lap for his kiss.