He Waited In Sunlight

He’d wake up in the middle of the night…early morn…fix himself a cup of coffee with sugar and cream…place some bread in the toaster and wait for it to pop up…fry two eggs leaving the yolk a beautiful yellow like the sun comin’ up outside his windows every day ’round 7:30…he liked to watch the sun come up…it gave him hope…

For years he hated to see the sun…lived in the dark…blinds were drawn…curtins closed…he put newspapers up in the windows of the front door not letting in any light…stayed in bed for most of the day…no human touch nor communication with anybody…just a silent way of livin’…drinkin’ bottles of cheap vodka and cans of Old Style which he’d get at the liquor store when it was dark outside…surrounded by homeless guys askin’ him for spare change…a buck or two…he’d march in and get his booze and then walk right back home to the trailer which was rusting and fallin’ apart…he shared that trailer with his wife and two kids for a number of years…till one day they were gone…woke up in the afternoon and they were gone…his family had left him…driven out of the place by his ways…couldn’t take any more of his drinkin’ and the dark…

There were two little girls he had…two daughters…and his wife was this short squatty woman who had high cheek bones…and Indian right off the reservation out west…he found her in a bar on the South Dakota line years ago…she was lookin’ for a man and he was in search of some kind of comfort…got married in Las Vegas at one of them little chapels…officiated by an Elvis impersonator…had the golden sunglasses and sideburns…said, Thank you very much…,at the end of the service…gave em a stack of cards to hand out to people that read, MARRIED BY ELVIS, on em…they gave em out to friends and kept the rest for themselves…beside pictures in scrapbooks and with magnets on the refrigerator…the wife usd to laugh everytime she got milk…she’d tell the kids…,Your father and I were married by Elvis…,and she’d let out a yelp…

That was long ago…back ‘fore the drunkeness became mean…back when he had a job and he’d take the litle girls for rides in the back of his pickup truck…long time ago…years passed…and one day he was alone…just him and a quarter bottle…cans lay on the floor…some crushed…others not even opened yet…

And…it was in that brief second that he realized he was alone…sittin’ in the dark…talkin’ to himself…he was blinded by a light…a ray of sunlight when he opened the curtins just a crack…he fell back on the dirty carpeted green floor and began prayin’ for help…just prayin’ for some kind of guidance in his life…the light nearly blinded him…

It was in this early mornin’ hour now that he waited for the sun to come up…gave him hope…hope that one day he’d get his family back…

But…there was never a knock on the door…no-one ever opened it to come inside…he waited in sunlight…he waited in sunlight…

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dmseay

The writing is based on my surroundings and what I've been surrounded by. This language is coarse and politically incorrect; which I make no apologies for. These characters are not nice and to use any other dialogue would be disingenuine. That being said, I choose to roll the dice. dm seay

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