Every morning as long as the weather was above the freezing mark Jake looked forward to his walk. The walk was journeyed on a hand-made boardwalk through the city’s funding. It was located in town but in a serene location. Jake could discover various things with each step he took.
Jake took in every sight and breathed in all the fresh air his lungs could take. He lived for his daily walk.
When he went back home it was to an empty house. The same stale air and the same sounds coming from the television.
One morning when he was walking some kids came whizzing by on their bikes. They looked at Jake but said nothing. Only breezes lifting Jake’s hair was the true evidence they had been here.
Using his cane he lifted it up in the air and touched some leaves dangling from an over hung tree. He managed to knock a few down and tucked them gently into his shirt pocket.
He would hope to take these home and using tape place them on his windows, a reminder of where he had been.
There was one spot Jake routinely stopped at. This is where if he stood very still he could catch glimpses of deer.
Where Jake had lived with his life long wife deer were plentiful. Many times he and his wife would sip coffee together and watch the families of deer scamper through the fields.
A tear came to his eye as he waited for them to show, memories of his beloved utmost in his mind. His wife had passed on to a better world over four years ago. Jake wanted to go with her but he knew it was not time yet, but he promised her he would be along soon.
Soon enough what he had been quietly waiting for showed. A deer all alone. She seemed not to take notice of Jake as she made her way through the tall grasses. Inching closer and closer to him. He could see her eyes. Such a gentle look they held. He smiled and lingered on her beauty.
Lost in the image he didn’t hear the noise coming up behind him. The deer did though and she scampered off quickly into taller hiding areas. This forced Jake to come to the reality of moments and he turned just in time to see the kids speeding by him.
One rider decided he was going to have some fun with Jake. Without asking permission he rode so close that he knocked Jake down to the ground. The other riders stopping a head and looking back asked,”What did you have to go and do that for? Don’t you get in to enough trouble the way it is?”
Most of the bicycles took off not wanting anything to do with their friend. One bike remained far enough a head but still taking in the scenes being played out.
The bully was not done yet. He was having a good time. He rode past Jake and turned around and came racing back. Jake saw it coming and he took his cane and shook it at the kid trying to scare him off.
Jake tried to hurry and get up but he thought he may have twisted his ankle during his fall. For when he tried to stand he winced in pain. All he had to defend himself with was his cane and his mouth.
The kid went a head and turned once again charging at the poor man lying defenseless on the wooden walk way. As he came close to Jake he was prepared for the cane but Jake gave it everything he had and he managed to make a cracking sound as his cane met the bike.
This pissed off the kid. He stopped immediately and wrestled Jake for the cane. Once he had it in his power he tossed it way out in to those tall grassy fields. There was no way he could escape now. He realized he was at the mercy of the dragon.
The bicyclist that had been watching took off on his bike. Now it was Jake against the wrath of fires. The kid got off his bike and proceeded to taunt him. Words came flaring out of his mouth.” Why don’t you try to get up now you old man? Come on what you waiting for? Cat got your tongue?” Every word he spat would follow by laughter. This sound infiltrated into Jake’s soul and he was fearful of his life.
There was no fear in the minor. He came closer and kicked Jake in the stomach. When he saw how easy it was to move the body he kicked him in the ribs and then in the head. Leaning back grabbing his stomach he was laughing; a mean laugh. This had to be as close to Satan‘s laugh as you could ever imagine.
The bully still had not had enough. Jake tried to curl himself up in a ball to further protect himself. He wasn’t strong enough as the kid grabbed a hold of his arm and began to pull him. Jake looked to where he was being pulled to and so much fear took over as he saw the edge of the walk coming closer he urinated on himself.
There was a rail along the boardwalk but under the support was nothing but open plains. This kid was going to kill him. Not with a knife nor a gun, but by drowning him. He was going to push him over the edge and leave him for the buzzards.
The kid struggled a little trying to move Jake. Jake was trying to kick the brat with his legs. The kid had enough of this crap and took a hold of poor old Jake’s arms and started to yank him over the edge.
Behind the kid came two strong sets of fingers. They clamped down on his skin so tightly
that the nasty kid’s face winced in pain. He flipped around to see two tall and muscular policemen standing there. The one officer had his hands on the bully and the other officer was tending to Jake.
“It seems that your friends ratted on you my friend. They turned to us to help you”. He faced the bully a way from him and slapped a pair of cuffs on the kid. ” Punk, you are coming with me. I will call your parents from the car and have them meet us at the station.”
The other officer helped Jake to sit up. He radioed for an ambulance. Jake ended up staying in the hospital for a few days with one broken rib, multiple bruises and an ulceration to his head.
With the kid being a minor he was released into the care of his parents. He had to attend juvenile court but was given a smack on the fingers and let go. Poor old Jake finally got to go home, but he didn’t wake up any longer eager for his morning walks. He sat in front of his television and began to nap more often throughout the day. The bully who he never learned of his name had taken his livelihood away from him. The two would never meet again.
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