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Post by .Rissa. on Jul 9, 2010 20:57:44 GMT -6
A slicked up SS Camaro pulled up to the feed store. The restored car did look odd next to all the pick-ups of different shapes and sizes. The car rumbled with power, plus the glass packs installed maximized the sound. A tan,calloused hand killed the ignition.
Bay sat in the car for a moment and studied the trucks. Having a truck would come in handy, especially if he wanted to trailer Robby somewhere. He looked back down at the dashboard of his car. Bay practically redid the car himself, except the paint job. His uncle ordered the new parts and Bay spent hours in the garage putting them on until it purred like a cat. His hand ran across the top of the leather covered surface, his finger leaving a trail through the dust. He opened the heavy door and stepped out, his brown boot landing on the gravel. The country boy slammed the door closed and headed to the office.
A cowbell jingled on the door as he walked in. A woman sat behind a counter,"What can I get you today?" she asked in a local Kentucky accent.
"Just a bag of stock pellets for my horse," Bay replied. It was the cheapest kind. He knew it wasn't the best in the world for his horse, but it would do. Rob wasn't worked very strainous anyway since his chipped knee. Bay had been wanting to get another horse, one he could be rougher on, and that rode western. He would talk to his Uncle later about it. He hadn't called the man in a while. His blue eyes looked up at the woman as she said the total. He reached in his back pocket and pulled out his brown tri-fold wallet. His fingers searched through some ones and he pulled out a ten. He was kind of low on cash. He handed the woman the bill and waited for change. He felt the cool coins drop into his palm, "Thank you," the woman replied, "Someone will load it for you."
Bay walked out of the store and to his car. He popped the trunk and watched a man throw the feed sack in there. He then slammed it closed. The boy felt a vibration coming from his pocket, so he quickly pulled out his cell phone. His eyes read the caller ID and he grinned at the fact it was hic Uncle, "Hey Uncle Ronnie," the boy greeted, now leaning against the door of his car.
"Hi Bay, I'm sorry son, I have some bad news."
"What's wrong? Is it dad?"
"Er, yes, he was hospitilazed with a stroke a couple hours ago."
"What? A stroke! Is he okay??"
"He's doing okay, they have stabalizing monitors on him. They think that, well, he might be paralyzed permanetly from the waste down."
"W-what? Why that's horrible! That can't happen! He-he-"
"Settle down son, I don't know for sure. I'm in the waitin' room not allowed to go back yet. Your momma is, but they don't allow phones in there. Just say a prayer, and I'll call ya back in a bit with an update. Take care."
There was a click on the other end of the line. Bay pulled the cell phone away from his ear slowly. He swallowed and stayed there leaning against the car. His dad could be paralyzed?
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Post by lorilie on Jul 9, 2010 22:23:21 GMT -6
Melissa Whitcombe walked down the sidewalk with a bit of a skip in her step and a dalmation dog at her side. Sparks was trotting happily, his whiplike tail fanning the air in a whirl of brown-ink-splashed motion.
He glanced up at his owner as he parted his maw to grin at her. Sparks was quite the active dog, and happy to be walking with the fourteen year old.
As they passed the feed store, Melissa noticed a boy standing outside his car. Sparks did too, and the dog stopped and cocked his floppy-eared crowned head with a curious expression in his rare bright blue eyes. Melissa furrowed her brow and walked over cautiously, her eyes wondering and soft.
"What troubles you today, sir? Something bad has happened? Need an ear to listen? I've two good ones, and Sparks has two as well... Though he may get distracted by a Bandersnatch, but I won't." The fourteen year old's English-tinted lyrics graced the air gently, riding the wind in a waving motion to Bay's ear. Sparks sat and perked his own audits at Bay as though telling him to go ahead and spill. Melissa was a good giver of advice, and good at comforting. She'd already proved that with the Jay and Spencer epidemic a few weeks ago, and last week when she herself had been in the hospital with a concussion.
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Post by .Rissa. on Jul 10, 2010 8:30:55 GMT -6
The boy had seen them coming, he could hear the jingle of a collar. He had never seen them in his life. He wasn't interested in talking to anyone. He turned his head and looked through the window of his car. His mind pulled up imagery of his father and the last night before he left for school. The man was tougher than nails, not once in Bay's life had he seen him cry, not even the day the boy's grandpa passed away. He could see the man clearly before him, his stocky figure, his wrinkled skin from years of seeing the harsh sun. He always wore a green baseball cap with overalls. He always stood proud and tall, even after the accident at the farm and he walked with a limp.
Bay never thought anyone would come over, plus, he was so lost in thought in startled him when a soft voice spoke. He quickly turned his head lips slightly apart in surprise. His blue eyes saw a young girl, then he looked down at the dog. He loved dogs, the animal cocked it's head at him and it almost made him smile. He glanced back up at the girl as she spoke in such an... odd way. The seventeen year old half-grinned as the girl went into detail about how many ears were around the place. He stuffed his phone back in the front of his pocket and looked at the ground for a moment, "I'm sorry, I have never just told a complete stranger my problems," he glanced up at her. She was probably a student at the academy, and since she was so young, it was probably just curiosity or something, "Well, um, my Uncle called me and said my dad had a stroke. My dad is 58, he's had quite a few health problems lately," Bay swallowed. Of course he was sad and down, but he wasn't one to just start balling, especially now. He was more worried than anything. His blue eyes looked down at the dog again. He now offered a hand out to the animal, and realized now that it had blue eyes. His dark blonde brows rose in surprise, "Never seen a blue-eyed dalmation," he commented, "Well, to say the truth, I have never seen one in real life, just on TV."
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Post by lorilie on Jul 15, 2010 12:53:47 GMT -6
"But I'm not a complete stranger - not anymore. And not only that, but we go to school together, you've jusr never seen me. Not many people do."
Melissa quietly listened to Bay re-account of the tradgedy, and without warning hugged him. The fourteen year old loved to give hugs - they helped the sad feel a bit more cheerful. Of course, she gave no thought as to how Bay would find her wrapping her arms around him in an embrace intruding and odd. She just liked to hug people.
When she pulled back, she looked Bay in the eye. Her own pair of sight-seers were a wide span of shifting rainbows. Her tone became serious, as it did rarely. "You're father will be fine. He's in good hands. You're only delievered the problems that you can take. He'll get over this, and he will do so because he's got a good family to watch over him." She smiled at him, then looked at Sparks.
"Oh, he's just a rarity. You see them all the time, rarities." With a final smile and a wave, she turned to walk away, Sparks lickign the boy's hand and then bounding after her, trotting close to her leg and brushing against it in a minor display of affection.
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