Daily Prompt; Moment of Kindness

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Describe a moment of kindness, between you and someone else — loved one or complete stranger.

Photographers, artists, poets: show us KINDNESS.

A broken man sitting in the garage, looking around at the cob webs, high lighted from the sun. What had he done to himself and his family? How could he be so weak? Straying a way from his very beliefs he was brought up and fed on.

He picked up a stick, twisting it between his fingers. Tears pooling in his eyes as he shaped the one slender piece into a shape of a gun.

He couldn’t admit to his wife his wrong doing. It wasn’t her fault, why make her miserable. Wasn’t he miserable enough for the two of them? And yet he knew, somewhere deep inside of him tugged at him, pulling his strings, begging him to tell.

Standing up and dusting himself off he walked through the doors and bolted them behind him. He went inside the house. His wife was running errands and the sound of the cuckoo clock was all that could be heard.

Walking to the gun cabinet, he ran his hand over the smooth dark wood. Feeling the coldness of the shell reminded him of his heart that one day not long ago.

Making prints on the glass doors his fingers fumbled with the latch until it slowly opened and there with nothing separating them were his favorite hunting guns. It would be so easy. Take a gun down you coward. You are nothing but a stinking coward. Do the only thing you can do, pull the trigger.

He held the gun in his arms as if it was a precious cargo and then got the oil and his polishing rag and sat on the couch and oiled it. When he was finished he could see a slight reflection of himself. Looking at it he felt shame. Tears slowly trickled down his face.

He could take it no longer. He picked the gun up and headed towards his truck. Getting in and putting it in reverse he wanted to see her one more time. The truck proceeded in the direction of town as it had done so many times before.

He knew where she had gone so he pulled into a business parking lot and parked as far back as he could. The shade of the trees helped hide him a bit better. He waited, fingering the gun, watching for her to walk by.

Soon she came into his view. She was stopped, talking to a lady who was a neighbor to them. She was so beautiful. He knew he had married the prettiest woman in the world. They had been married for ten years, most of them a joy.

So why, why in the world did he do what he did? There were no more tears. Instead, anger began to over take his soul as he hated himself more and more for his stupid mistake.

She worked with him. She was always so nice and she smelled good. She teased his manhood with revealing clothes. One of those few nights an argument had broken out at home.

He left and went to the local bar and there she was. Flirting with the guys on the stools. She turned to see who had walked in and their eyes met. She walked over and he had let his ego get the best of him. He knew he was right and he was hurt that his own wife didn’t believe him. Before the evening was over he had sex with this woman.

A pay back, a back fire, a total waste. Now he sat here holding the gun, watching his wife, and thinking of the best way to do it, when a knock came at the side of his truck. He rolled his window down and stared at the dirty man looking up at him.

“Mr. I seen you sitting here in your truck and I thought maybe you could just spare me some change. I am awful hungry. I haven’t eaten all day. Ever since I had that accident and my legs got blown off, I have wished most times I was dead. I used to have this great life. I had a good job at the foundry. I had a pretty wife and a couple of kids. But, then this happened.” He pointed down to the place where once legs would be hanging.

He laid the gun down and dug in his pocket, pulling out a twenty. He handed it down to the guy and as the stranger took it, he said,”Bless you my friend. I am sure God will bless you for saving my life today.”

He watched the man wheel himself out of the parking lot and watched until he could see him no more. He looked to where his wife was standing and saw that she was no longer there.

He started his truck and drove back home. Putting the gun back in the cabinet he sat at the table waiting for her to get home. Finally the door handle turned. He looked up into the most beautiful eyes and said, “Honey, can you come sit by me. I have something to tell you.”

10 thoughts on “Daily Prompt; Moment of Kindness

  1. Terry… how richly deep. The words that flow from your heart and soul and a true gift. On behalf of all your fans, we thank you for sharing them with us.


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