Monday, November 19, 2012

A Thanksgiving to Remember- L. Redd

Today was going to be another one of those days.  The long drive through the country side was relaxing and soothed her anxiety.  Gotta bake the turkey, prepare the dressing, cook the sweet potatoes and bake the cake.  Somewhere in there I gotta pick the kids of up from Nana’s and take them for portraits.  Not enough time in the day.  She turned off the main drag and onto the long road to the farmhouse.  She bumped along the rocky path, the jeep knowing the terrain and the way.  Gotta meet Jill tomorrow for shopping, can’t miss black Friday sales.  I wonder will that have that JVC camcorder I wanted.  I need to be first in line.  We are going to have to get there by 6am.  She plucked her cell phone from the arm rest and proceeded to voice dial Jill. 
“Hey girlie, we need to be there by 6.  I got this hot deal, I can’t miss.”
“Sure, but where are you?  You are breaking up pretty bad?”
“Out for a drive you know how things are right now, just need to clear my head.”
“I understand.  I can’t wait to see you.”
“Same here.”
The friends hung up as Amy continued towards the old farmhouse.  It had been passed down from generation to generation.  She had managed to keep it in pristine condition after her dad died and paid it off.  Now it was her quiet getaway when life just didn’t seem to add up.  She pulled into the drive.  Taking a deep breath of the fresh fall air, she prepared herself for the long task ahead.  Should only take about an hour or so and then I can sit down to a nice cup of coffee and read a mag.  Then it should be just about time to pick up the kids.  What present did mom and dad want, a coffee maker or a sandwich maker.  Shit, I can’t remember.  Oh well will find out when they get here. 
Amy opened the farm house doors and surveyed the large pink machine that she had helped her father prepare for so many parades.  It was beautiful, they had named her Bailey.  She had been their prized farm racing machine for many years.  Now she lay quiet, sleeping but ready for the chore ahead.
Ya, know a big screen TV would be nice this year.  I wouldn’t have to share it with anyone except the kids and I like when it’s just me and them.  We can relax and kick back and have popcorn and make silly faces.  Being their mom has been the best time in my life.
She awakened the bright pink sleeping beauty from its rest.  It was the smallest in its class but able to get the job done.  She positioned the handles and inched forward, she knew just where to go.  She began digging over behind the  great oak on the back end of the property.  Just a few digs and it would be done.  The sun was bright and the fall sky was clear.  Yellow and orange leaves cascaded over her thick wool sweater.  The air was fresh and a cool breeze sent whirls of crisp, cool fall air into her senses.  That should do it.  Now for the package.  Heading back to the car she opened the hatch and attached the hook to the large black bag.  Operating the machine once again she carried the parcel to its final resting place and covered up the hole.  Careful to place fresh shrubs and leaves on the very spot, a calm rested over her.  She returned the pink beauty to the shed and went inside for coffee and TV.  Taking a hot shower she washed off the chore of the day.  It was time to go get the kids. 
That Thanksgiving as they all sat down to dinner they gave thanks for all the joys and wonders of life.  Amy was quieted as she lowered her head in silence for Jonathan, he hadn’t been heard from in months. 
“Oh Amy, it will be ok.”  Jill said.  ‘Have you heard from anyone?”
Amy fought back a tear.  “No, it’s just like he fell off the face of the earth.  Even the police are baffled.  I am just so thankful to have you all with me.”
The dinner went along as planned and thanksgiving would have a new special meaning for Amy and the cheating husband.       

2 comments:

  1. Good work. Kept me interested all the way through.

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    1. Thank you for checking out my work, glad you liked it. L Redd

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