6 Degrees of Separation
6 Degrees of Separation
Ever sit and watch the planes, trains, and automobiles go by? Ever wonder where they're headed and who the passengers are? Well...I do...
The people in this story are all different. Different thoughts, different emotions. Yet, they're all connected to each other in some form.
The lady sits quietly on Greyhound bus number 297 from Raleigh to Norfolk. Her mind in shambles and her nerves frayed. She looks over at her child, her innocent sweet child. She was only a baby, too young to know the pain inflicted on her mother. It was time she did what needed to be done. The sweater she wore, covered her battle scars. Her husband had beaten her for months. It started 6 months ago out of nowhere. Now it was time to stop. She sighed and looked out the window at the plane overhead.
"I hate airplanes," the old man grumbled. He lifted his asthma inhaler to his mouth before taking a deep breath. He held his breath for a few seconds and let it out slowly. He closed his eyes, tilted his head back and sighed. His life was at it's end. The doctor had given him 6 months to live and that was 5 months ago. Cancer was his killer. Slowly but surely. In the meantime, he needed to take care of a few loose ends. He needed to see his long lost son. "Ladies and gentlemen, we will be landing in about thirty minutes in Charleston South Carolina. At the sound of the bell, please fasten your seatbelts." His nurse turned her head, looking down at his seatbelt.
The nurse fastened her seatbelt and sat back. She closed her eyes, fighting back tears. Her younger sister had been killed almost 7 months before and the killer still hadnt been found. The only clue was a vague description of a dark haired, brown-eyed man. That could be anyone. Sighing, she looked down at the ground, the view obstructed due to the clouds. Still she wondered if the killer was out there...somewhere.
The train stopped in Charleston, South Carolina. The dark haired, brown-eyed man stepped off the train. The am/fm headseat graced his head. He listened to the news. The woman killed in the park's family was pleading for help. He smiled broadly. He would get away. His wife was in his hands. She did what he wanted and if not, well...she knew what would happen. When and if he returned to Raleigh, things would go back to normal. The news would have calmed down and his wife would be obedient once again. He threats to leave him were just that...threats. He stood on the ground and looked at the lin of cars waiting at the tracks.
"Damn, the Amtrak. This will take all day." the sergeant sat quietly in his car. The news played on the radio. He shook his head listening to the pleas of the slain woman's family. The news had been on pins and needles to get a lead in this story. So had the police force. He sat back his eyes open but seeing nothing. A break in the case would be just what he needed before he retired. Just one break. He watched as the passengers unloaded. One man stepped off the train with a huge smile on his face. The headset he wore must have been giving him good news. "Wish everyone could carry a smile like that. He looked in his rearview mirror, a black car with tinted windows was behind him.
"That's him right there. Look at him smiling. Do it." The window rolled down, and before anyone knew it, the man with the headphones fell to the ground. A gaping hole in his throat, blood pouring out as well as his life. "That's for my sister sucker. Never hit a woman."
Ever sit and watch the planes, trains, and automobiles go by? Ever wonder where they're headed and who the passengers are? Well...I do...
The people in this story are all different. Different thoughts, different emotions. Yet, they're all connected to each other in some form.
The lady sits quietly on Greyhound bus number 297 from Raleigh to Norfolk. Her mind in shambles and her nerves frayed. She looks over at her child, her innocent sweet child. She was only a baby, too young to know the pain inflicted on her mother. It was time she did what needed to be done. The sweater she wore, covered her battle scars. Her husband had beaten her for months. It started 6 months ago out of nowhere. Now it was time to stop. She sighed and looked out the window at the plane overhead.
"I hate airplanes," the old man grumbled. He lifted his asthma inhaler to his mouth before taking a deep breath. He held his breath for a few seconds and let it out slowly. He closed his eyes, tilted his head back and sighed. His life was at it's end. The doctor had given him 6 months to live and that was 5 months ago. Cancer was his killer. Slowly but surely. In the meantime, he needed to take care of a few loose ends. He needed to see his long lost son. "Ladies and gentlemen, we will be landing in about thirty minutes in Charleston South Carolina. At the sound of the bell, please fasten your seatbelts." His nurse turned her head, looking down at his seatbelt.
The nurse fastened her seatbelt and sat back. She closed her eyes, fighting back tears. Her younger sister had been killed almost 7 months before and the killer still hadnt been found. The only clue was a vague description of a dark haired, brown-eyed man. That could be anyone. Sighing, she looked down at the ground, the view obstructed due to the clouds. Still she wondered if the killer was out there...somewhere.
The train stopped in Charleston, South Carolina. The dark haired, brown-eyed man stepped off the train. The am/fm headseat graced his head. He listened to the news. The woman killed in the park's family was pleading for help. He smiled broadly. He would get away. His wife was in his hands. She did what he wanted and if not, well...she knew what would happen. When and if he returned to Raleigh, things would go back to normal. The news would have calmed down and his wife would be obedient once again. He threats to leave him were just that...threats. He stood on the ground and looked at the lin of cars waiting at the tracks.
"Damn, the Amtrak. This will take all day." the sergeant sat quietly in his car. The news played on the radio. He shook his head listening to the pleas of the slain woman's family. The news had been on pins and needles to get a lead in this story. So had the police force. He sat back his eyes open but seeing nothing. A break in the case would be just what he needed before he retired. Just one break. He watched as the passengers unloaded. One man stepped off the train with a huge smile on his face. The headset he wore must have been giving him good news. "Wish everyone could carry a smile like that. He looked in his rearview mirror, a black car with tinted windows was behind him.
"That's him right there. Look at him smiling. Do it." The window rolled down, and before anyone knew it, the man with the headphones fell to the ground. A gaping hole in his throat, blood pouring out as well as his life. "That's for my sister sucker. Never hit a woman."
posted by Tiyatti Speight | 10/21/2005 09:00:00 PM
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