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Life hanging in the balance
A chapter in the book Spectre
The Call
by Lea Tonin1
The author has placed a warning on this post for violence.
The author has placed a warning on this post for language.
Glimpses of majesty on white dusted peaks
Trees set to bow to winters white cloak
Coating of diamonds wrapping the world
Great granite shoulders holds pale freeze
A blanket of pines covers jagged edge
Snorts of air stamps of galloping hooves.
Antler's flash caramel in winter sun
Many point buck stares at blinding meadows
Digging for green with traveling muzzles
Owling eyes spin on feathered pivots
A silent dance for the rodents chase
Winged world flies on caribou ice
************************************
Today I have returned from the mountains. It's beauty never fails to strike me. The power of it never leaves me either, having stood at the base of many of these mountains and looking up as far as the eye can see, big jagged plates of granite sticking into the air.
The sky is so cold, it's blue darkened. Although I was not able to find a new home yet, I will. It's where I am meant to be. In the arms of the forest.
Things come as they should though.
There is business to take care of very soon, time to prepare documents to go through. Lawyers to see. I feel tired but refreshed at the same time, having come out of the valley and into the trees once more. It's pros and cons in any given situation.
Mine is two fold. The need to exit this place because of the over running rodents. Things need to be done too. I think God's telling me to hang tough for a while. What I want doesn't matter. what I need to do is take care of business. I feel hopeful for many reasons...fearful too with a large mountain to climb yet again. I think the feeling would be normal given the circumstances. One surprise from my little girl dog spirit. She will present me with a batch of puppies by the end of January. So I'm to be a grandma l o l. Diaper duty coming up more like puppy training!
So soon the holidays will be here within a few days. I hope everyone's ready to go and ready to spread some love in the world.
I've neglected her too long. It's time to get in there. She's trapped and needs release.
Come and ride the horse with me...just a while longer.....
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"Move!"
Nothing, he just glared at me taking another step closer.
"MOVE!!!" I yelled in rage.
I had speed but, so did Mr. D. I tried to fake right but, he saw it coming and grabbed me by the arm. Mr. D had other things on mind too. I saw the same look on K's face the night he had me. The club night I wanted to forget.
When I saw the look in Mr. D's eye my fright almost had me until my rage began to rise.
"Listen, you fucken freak! You've got your wife lying down on the floor in your dining room. She needs an ambulance now! Let...me...go! Right now!"
I wrenched my arm as hard as I could just as a flash of surprise crossed Mr. D's face.
I pulled free and made for the door as fast as I could. Mr. D tried to grab me again like some one trying not to drown. I was too quick and out the door I went. As I ran down the road again I knew, I had to get to a phone. I had to call an ambulance now. I took a fast left heading towards the main road. A market stands on the corner and with a phone booth I could use.
I sprinted as quickly as I could. Still in my socked feet, I noticed I had my bag in hand the whole time. How I don't know. Everything that says I'm alive is in that bag. Without it, I was an anonymous person, without identity. When all was taken from me, I couldn't take that last blow.
There I was, bag in hand running up the street to the beacon of light that was the phone booth. Of course it started to rain. I ran into the phone booth, picked up the receiver and dialed zero.
"Operator"
"Please, we need an ambulance.!"
"One moment."
Then the line made a click and rang once more.
"Ambulance."
"There is a woman, She's been beaten badly by her husband her leg looks bent out of socket. She's got a severe cut on her head and across her face."
I gave her the address.
"Are you on the scene?"
"No, I just left there," I replied.
"Ambulance and Police are on route. Mam,what is your name? Are you able to-"
Click, I hung up the receiver. I leaned back against the wall of the phone booth breathing deeply trying to slow my jack rabbit heart. My arm was on fire and pounded harder than my heart. I gently peeled back the sleeve of my shirt. A black bruise that circumferenced my arm in the perfect shape of a hand. Deep impressions of fingers and a palm pressed hard into my flesh. The swelling increasing quickly ran down past my elbow toward my hand. I gently pulled the sleeve of my shirt back down over the bruise. The sleeve being wet, was cooler than my arm.
However, I had to get some dry clothes on and dry shoes which thankfully, I had all three in my bag.
Just down the street was a gas station. Hopefully I could use their washroom to change. I walked up to the side of the gas station rather than the front hoping that the door to the washroom was open.
I pushed on the door and it opened. Going quickly inside, I locked the door behind me. Then selected dry clothes and removed my wet ones. I grabbed some paper towels to dry off. I could hear the rain coming down hard outside.
I knew I had to figure out what to do. I sat down on the toilet and looked at the state of my feet. They too had sustained some bruising and cuts from having run without shoes. The bottoms of the socks were almost worn through and had smaller holes here and there. I changed as quickly as I could dreading the knock upon the door for someone to ask me to come out. I had a windbreaker in the bag which I put on overtop of my sweater but, it couldn't do much against the rain. In the jacket pocket was a $5 bill and some change. By some miracle, it had remained there since the last time I wore it.
I quickly exited the bathroom.
My stomach felt like it was about to cave in. I hadn't eaten in so long, I thought I might faint. Across the street was the one and only strip mall located in this area. In the same parking lot as the mall, sat a McDonalds. I headed toward it. Be damned the consequences I had to eat. I walked down the street towards McDonald's. My heart hung heavy in my chest. My mind was threatening to shut down. I didn't want to think about how I was going to feed myself.
I didn't want to think about where my next roof was coming from. I didn't want to think about where to go or what to do.
Walking in the rain, I sobbed. My tears mixed with the rain while heading towards those golden arches. My mind threatened to shut down, my heart hung heavy in my chest.
I was exhausted, drained...done.
Let another take this...just for awhile....
************************
I have some of those feelings come up for me now in rememberance of that night....
The night that refused to die.
Glimpses of majesty on white dusted peaks
Trees set to bow to winters white cloak
Coating of diamonds wrapping the world
Great granite shoulders holds pale freeze
A blanket of pines covers jagged edge
Snorts of air stamps of galloping hooves.
Antler's flash caramel in winter sun
Many point buck stares at blinding meadows
Digging for green with traveling muzzles
Owling eyes spin on feathered pivots
A silent dance for the rodents chase
Winged world flies on caribou ice
************************************
Today I have returned from the mountains. It's beauty never fails to strike me. The power of it never leaves me either, having stood at the base of many of these mountains and looking up as far as the eye can see, big jagged plates of granite sticking into the air.
The sky is so cold, it's blue darkened. Although I was not able to find a new home yet, I will. It's where I am meant to be. In the arms of the forest.
Things come as they should though.
There is business to take care of very soon, time to prepare documents to go through. Lawyers to see. I feel tired but refreshed at the same time, having come out of the valley and into the trees once more. It's pros and cons in any given situation.
Mine is two fold. The need to exit this place because of the over running rodents. Things need to be done too. I think God's telling me to hang tough for a while. What I want doesn't matter. what I need to do is take care of business. I feel hopeful for many reasons...fearful too with a large mountain to climb yet again. I think the feeling would be normal given the circumstances. One surprise from my little girl dog spirit. She will present me with a batch of puppies by the end of January. So I'm to be a grandma l o l. Diaper duty coming up more like puppy training!
So soon the holidays will be here within a few days. I hope everyone's ready to go and ready to spread some love in the world.
I've neglected her too long. It's time to get in there. She's trapped and needs release.
Come and ride the horse with me...just a while longer.....
*****************************
"Move!"
Nothing, he just glared at me taking another step closer.
"MOVE!!!" I yelled in rage.
I had speed but, so did Mr. D. I tried to fake right but, he saw it coming and grabbed me by the arm. Mr. D had other things on mind too. I saw the same look on K's face the night he had me. The club night I wanted to forget.
When I saw the look in Mr. D's eye my fright almost had me until my rage began to rise.
"Listen, you fucken freak! You've got your wife lying down on the floor in your dining room. She needs an ambulance now! Let...me...go! Right now!"
I wrenched my arm as hard as I could just as a flash of surprise crossed Mr. D's face.
I pulled free and made for the door as fast as I could. Mr. D tried to grab me again like some one trying not to drown. I was too quick and out the door I went. As I ran down the road again I knew, I had to get to a phone. I had to call an ambulance now. I took a fast left heading towards the main road. A market stands on the corner and with a phone booth I could use.
I sprinted as quickly as I could. Still in my socked feet, I noticed I had my bag in hand the whole time. How I don't know. Everything that says I'm alive is in that bag. Without it, I was an anonymous person, without identity. When all was taken from me, I couldn't take that last blow.
There I was, bag in hand running up the street to the beacon of light that was the phone booth. Of course it started to rain. I ran into the phone booth, picked up the receiver and dialed zero.
"Operator"
"Please, we need an ambulance.!"
"One moment."
Then the line made a click and rang once more.
"Ambulance."
"There is a woman, She's been beaten badly by her husband her leg looks bent out of socket. She's got a severe cut on her head and across her face."
I gave her the address.
"Are you on the scene?"
"No, I just left there," I replied.
"Ambulance and Police are on route. Mam,what is your name? Are you able to-"
Click, I hung up the receiver. I leaned back against the wall of the phone booth breathing deeply trying to slow my jack rabbit heart. My arm was on fire and pounded harder than my heart. I gently peeled back the sleeve of my shirt. A black bruise that circumferenced my arm in the perfect shape of a hand. Deep impressions of fingers and a palm pressed hard into my flesh. The swelling increasing quickly ran down past my elbow toward my hand. I gently pulled the sleeve of my shirt back down over the bruise. The sleeve being wet, was cooler than my arm.
However, I had to get some dry clothes on and dry shoes which thankfully, I had all three in my bag.
Just down the street was a gas station. Hopefully I could use their washroom to change. I walked up to the side of the gas station rather than the front hoping that the door to the washroom was open.
I pushed on the door and it opened. Going quickly inside, I locked the door behind me. Then selected dry clothes and removed my wet ones. I grabbed some paper towels to dry off. I could hear the rain coming down hard outside.
I knew I had to figure out what to do. I sat down on the toilet and looked at the state of my feet. They too had sustained some bruising and cuts from having run without shoes. The bottoms of the socks were almost worn through and had smaller holes here and there. I changed as quickly as I could dreading the knock upon the door for someone to ask me to come out. I had a windbreaker in the bag which I put on overtop of my sweater but, it couldn't do much against the rain. In the jacket pocket was a $5 bill and some change. By some miracle, it had remained there since the last time I wore it.
I quickly exited the bathroom.
My stomach felt like it was about to cave in. I hadn't eaten in so long, I thought I might faint. Across the street was the one and only strip mall located in this area. In the same parking lot as the mall, sat a McDonalds. I headed toward it. Be damned the consequences I had to eat. I walked down the street towards McDonald's. My heart hung heavy in my chest. My mind was threatening to shut down. I didn't want to think about how I was going to feed myself.
I didn't want to think about where my next roof was coming from. I didn't want to think about where to go or what to do.
Walking in the rain, I sobbed. My tears mixed with the rain while heading towards those golden arches. My mind threatened to shut down, my heart hung heavy in my chest.
I was exhausted, drained...done.
Let another take this...just for awhile....
************************
I have some of those feelings come up for me now in rememberance of that night....
The night that refused to die.
This is a chapter in a book called Spectre and autobio trilogy of which this is book two book one is called ghost. Both can be found in my portfolio. If you wish to read please note, some chapters are hard to digest. Reader discretion is advised.
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