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The Enemy
by Richard Reed Jr
copyright 02-16-2008


Age Rating: 1 to 127

 
I was waiting in the thicket
by the stream
for the inevitable to happen.
At least I had the satisfaction of knowing
he would not easily find me.
I would hold out no matter what.

Holding out was brick-difficult
under these glistening, sweltering
jungle-like conditions.
The sweat lay on my face,
slick and thick as five weight
motor oil.

Squadrons of green darners were
dropping down from eleven o'clock
seeking to devour their mosquito lunches.
The quicker the better as far as I was concerned.
If these lilliputian, kamikaze, dive bombers
were not vanquished quickly,
there would be nothing left of me to find.

The rustling of the viburnum leaves
acted as sound sentinels
and infiltrated the air with its late warning.
He was so close I could smell the redness
of his cotton shirt.

The blood within my head
was no doubt flushing my face.
The throbbing of my temples
led to pounding in my head
as my mind worked over-time,
planning my escape.

My time was running out as quickly
as crazed, slobbering hounds
chasing their wounded prey.
My only chance was to jump
into the stream and swim,
hoping for the best.

I turned to run, attempting
to make good my escape.
All was lost. A sharp object poked lightly
into the middle of my back.
I heard mocking laughter.
I raised my hands, tuned around
and looked into his brightly beaming
sunshine-face
with my love gushing forth as a geyser.

"Gotcha' daddy!"



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02-17-2008 Wayne Thomas    

Rich,
Fantastic work! You seem to get better and better--and that's GOOD! I was on pins and needles all the way to the end. Wonderful!
Wayne


05-06-2006 Regina Pate    

How cute, I guess it makes it all worth it, and nothing at the same time, I don't know, great story my friend, good job, had me going all the way home, thanks

Regina


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