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Here you will find a snippett from the book. If you are familiar a simalar story I'd like to read it. I welcome feed back.
In a distant view he sees Alafalee playing with something , stirring him to go see what it is. He is about to desend the stairs .the creeking sound of the hallway are not saying anything. He could imagine playing with the toy Alafalee has but is pessimistic.If he allowed his imagination to flow in a negative direction,the flowers on the wall would seem t point in the oppsite direction than to where he is going.
He is confident there is a wind puffing his sails .Although he cannot hear what we think, we'd utge him to remain steadfast when understanding.
In his home he doesn't have what he seeks.As corner of Cass and Sycamore. Perhaps he will learn to apreciate what he has when what he wants is as far away as across-the-street. His home was the place where the wedding of his parents was celebrated. Everyone in the setting was approached with with a word of distination in thier conversation of intent.
He turns on the landing nearing Moma's Saras door.She owned the two unit flat .She and her husband Cliff Blankenshift occupied the frist floor. In the mystery of suffering that this lad is learning. From hear there is nothing we could uncover to assist him. If we explained he may traverse grevious trails to deepen his promis. It is recompense that a journeyer learns the worth of suffering. It is such a heavy burden now but not to be matched wit what is to be reviealed.
Now that he has decieded,the years watch him. Surely a boy with such a apathetic approach to keeping his room clean or shinning his shoes,as his parents often critisized,wont remain in the uncommon vein.Currently he is thinking to himself--they can see what he wants to do.Evently he will have an outward expression to indicate is he is steadfast or not.
He reaches Moma's Sara's door,burst through the screen to exit. There is a motovation to examine closely the fact that there is a limit to his posessions.There is more going though In his mind the coded preconceptions implied he was virtuous. His intensions---his higest goal he could agree with was to live virtuous in all material conditions.It would sound good with the dullness of the screen shadowing the fiew of the fence surrounding the house ona pleasant day.If we ask him he'd agree as is is in his heart.We are not answering for him. He is determining the lable he answers to. Now he is wanting for himself what someone elese has. Every moment he spends in want signifies he has not learned satisfaction. He is satisfied with what he has done.By watching him we condense to the order of his aproach through his up-bringing .Following him we may also recieve the enrichment of his treasure. It is no proble that he'd understand all that has been placed in front of him. The duration that he is unconscious of is cumbersome.In his heart he won't yield for ages what is present today.It hides itself from us as the turf he is standing on,about to cross the street.Another step closer to a adversity as the hours have turned into minutes,to an unequaled fiasco.
What is on the horizon could catch us unaware and unforeseen to deal with peril. In our comfort today we don't anticipate surprises. A Shock to a careless tulmult sensing an aproching car or the sound of the dry pavment.He skipped the curb effortlesly confident there is nothing to worry about.
There is.....A shinny fresh out of the package fire engine. Red to match the glare of the bright day of summer. To him it was always bright,he never fostered an intreat in the conditions. Alfalee was sitting on the steps and just glanced to see him comming.With his head level he could see his gray streak in his hair line.Spotting the one oclock position ,highlighting his head. Butch of each of the family members omitting one Cynthia.She must have it also but he hasn't seen it yey to confirm.
Butch spoke as if he was tongue tied,laboriously spelling what he learded to say .It was everything a kid could want and they relish playing with it.
Then the screen bumped Alfalee signaling let someone through the ajar door.
Butch staried at the image through the screen.He could snot see her definition but the streak showed.
The features were enough since they favored one and other.Alfeelee scooted to let her hop unto the
stairs. The swung worth a thud and Alfalee sat together . Butch was concentrating on the fire engine.
He could faintly hear Cynthia humming and thumping a tune with a twirl. He was preoccupied wit the toyed listening to he tune that was getting progressively dizzy sounding.He looked at her--
but briefly .He and Alfalee rolled the truck on the steps oscillating between eachother as he crank the latter.
As Cynthyas's voice was strating to waveras she continualed to twirl.
Buitch sees her for the moment different than before. Or was it something he though he saw.The interest was only for a moment. Then repeat to the toy.Alfalee went into the house leaving Butch with the toy. Then he cranked the latter as far as it could playing with the rest of the gadgets the toy has to offer.
To him and the rest of the cartoon world the simple pleasures have come again.
At this time his mind is snot desiring andything that is not present.
As he grows older pleasures such as reunion most of find it is apreaciated after years.The thought brings him to think of Alfalee. He is pleased with his company and the music of the day is longing for a chorus.Return the the familiar part the simple to him is hard to forget. As the reast of the song links into the surface of the most
memorable section floats on.
The song is then respectexd for its continualance .Old standards fashioned after it.
Today the three childern were crooning so pleasntly that it leads one to think that pleasntness is synthisized on days like this. The difference frome one day to the next is preserved for insignificant reasons. The meaning has a sign. The day of adversity .The meaning has many innuendoes. It shall he remembered for reasons the cost of passions is intertwined with learning.
He cranks the latter to its extent and marvels in his vision. The simplicity of what he wasnted. As a child delightfly things are happening . There is a vacancy of sounds of difficulty. An example of a discouragement was not emcompassing their ears.
"Everything was just ducky" discribed by some and "fine and dandy by others.
Some of us may recall the enhancemant of our childhood world. Frist of all he is not aged in spirt . That which is he sees is laced with sugar plumbs from is silly cartoon world.He has not met the startling launguage of haughtyness but not from the fall of his own body.
He is not preoccupied with the underline question he has concieved nor is he in search of a communication to a solution. Afterall what he is doing now is not considered folly he is just a child playing.
However to speak with him brighten his pathways.If we were to alart him as to how much has been placed in front of him he'd steer toward reaponciblilty sooner. If asked what direction he is to embark ,if found in the woods with the direction of Cass street .The map of his mind senses erroneous of other wise to walk in the direction of pleasenbt,is seems to run counter to the turning of the world of abrasion. It didn't mean anything but there was an imagineary current in with arrows pointing in that direction.If you ask his home was the pivotal point. Small as it may seem if we were all blind we'd just have to belive. Speaking for himself he is willing to go through all the trails to contribute to lace his shoes in the distine road. Pleasent street isn't that far away.
At what juncture is his life animated beyond his control? Animated in the fashion that he is doing what is least beneficial.
From the tracks of others are influenced towards the pitfalls .It is given that each one of us has a happenstance to evade the traps with the same degree of reverance of our satisfaction. It is not beyond our ability to understand. How often we have been in traffic and failed to merge into the flow of traffic at a certian speed .Our next chance may come right away.There are in human behavior ,dramas set forth in history. Dramas or patterns he could find himself in. If one is aware this fact it will add a certian amount of predictability of the circumstances.
Cynthia is not twirling any longer.
She is still dancing,as she has not recovered from the spin.He was about to look at her. He stepped off the steps she is slowing.Her differance is starting to appear.Then s stream of warmth trickeled ,then ghushed .It was preceded by a thud . Next to his foot was a large rock that suddenly appeared accompanying the sound on the roof. There he was in the brightness of the day starring at the steps.Then what he though was water was the deep color of blood
the reconition shocked him.The tears flowed
"What is happening to me"
He though? He turned to the screen door .He started to knock but Boosy Alfalee's mother came quickly to the sound of cries .She swung the door open as he stepped away. Although he was bleeding he didn't say anything. He just stared.She towered above him .His eye level was in ligne with her leg.
There was something about her that he never seen previous to this day. Day she had a white patch of skin,undifferent of the one leading from her skalp to mark the gry hair.Now without tilt his head and curving the stream
of blood that was on his forehead.
His eyes met her leg there were light and dark spots there also. She was still but the spots were moving ---or was it the trees dancing in the shadows on her leg? It craved a sihluette on her.
The sun shinned trough the trees and through her too it seemed.
"What a day".
though the lad. He was bleeding with every second counting. He wanted to stare at the graceful motion of her skin and the illusion of the trees. He looked at her face as if he wanted to be entertained more from what hw has seen. She waved her hand:
"Go home."
Kindly with pitty in her voice.
"yes I must start for my own house"; He though to himelf.
The blood has dripped pasted his lips and soaked his shirt.
The summer sun is heating where sweat was blood is. He turned towards the sun had been brilliant all day .His house was ajcent to Boosty's house. He had to run in its' direction .The sun was at it's hight and shinning through the leaves. With his eyes in that direction it seemed to douse it.
"Now I see what Mrs. Hayflee was
talking about..but what good is it
now that Im dying .Dying
I can't be.
The once flowing reserves of energy having now been depleated ,he realized as he started to run. Amidst the two houses he could see some childern.
They paused for a moment and watched him.
"Its Kenny Mitz he though.
They've been throughing rocks again.
They have been responcible for a rash of windowbreaking.
He began to retrace the past few minutes.There was the sound of a conglomerate grape fruit size stone thundering on the roof. He didn't react to the sound of trouble Once again he falls victum to his keenness of sensibilites.Now that his condition has been thrust from an ordanary day to a crises. He is critical in that his weakening state introduced posibilities uncertain. He is leaving the carefree to the cries that command attenion for his life. He is a guy now satisfied. Satisfied he came here . He wanted to see the fire engine.
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