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PAIGE ANDERS CHRONICLES – 6

So there you have it. That’s how I met Janet and with a few good months and long conversations spent swallowed by the couch and gallons of ice cream, we became friends. She encouraged me to drop the dealing – which wasn’t too easy. Buster had got a little dependent on me being his top seller and all. But things worked out in the end. I needed a real, new job then. So Janet got me started at the diner.Tommy was always such an easy pushover that we both knew it be a good start for me. He was so giddy that some one else showed even the slightest interest in his business that he hired me on the spot. Not even a background check.

And now we circle back to today, where I had to force the poor guy to even let me go. I mean, I was terrible at my job, possibly even giving his diner a bad rep. But still….

Like I had said before, it was perfect timing. Even planned, some could say. Now it was time to plan out the easy stuff. The murder, right? You’re still waiting on the name. The one who I’ve been waiting to snap like a twig.

Maybe you think it’s Rodney? With all his corruption and dire need to see myself dead. But no, he’s still in jail and will be there for many years to come. Likely his heart will go before he even gets close to parole.

Tommy, maybe? True that I”m not a fan of hipsters, but I’m not that cruel.

Buster? Well, honestly he’s not much of a threat. Remember, I said it all worked out in the end.

Trevor, of course, is who you’ve got in mind now. He seems the easy pick. All the anger and downward spiral started with him. My ability to trust ended with him. My life was torn apart because of him. Sure, he seems like an obvious motive. One very good reason. But honestly, I don’t even know the guy’s real name. And in the end, wasn’t he just doing his job? Is the jeopardy of my life worth ending his?

No.

Let me help you out a little more.

I told you I made a lot of money for Rodney. A lot of money. I also told you I couldn’t spend it. I looked for a good launderer time to time, but no one really ever gave me the right feeling. Launderers are necessarily known for having clean hands. So most of that cash was just spent on the everyday things. Groceries, gas, clothes, etc. All the necessities of life.

Rodney couldn’t spend a lot of his amount either, so he entrusted it to me. To “take care of it.” In other words – hide it. When the Feds busted in that day, there was good amount of cash in the safe – hell – probably even laying out on the tables with the product right beside it. But that was by no means all of it. No, that half a million they looted was just a small percent. The rest of it had been carefully placed in a remote location for safe keeping, just as Rodney had asked of me. Even Trevor didn’t learn that secret.

They grilled me so many times about the rest of the cash. But poor, doe eyed me just placed it off to my distraught mother’s erratic spending and “I don’t know where he kept it – why don’t you just ask him?” Him being Rodney, of course. And the irony is even Rodney never to knew the final location of the money since I had a habit of moving it every two weeks or so. He would always say I was the one who knew and I would say it was him. Neither of us put up a good case to believe, but it was enough to hold them off.

But you see? Being that the Feds never go the final answer,  they knew that it would still be out there somewhere. And I knew that they would continue to watch me in hopes that one day I would lead them right to it. Desperation is a driving force that will make people do a lot of crazy things.

And they’re right.

I am becoming desperate. Real life is hard. Even harder when you know your future could be so easy if only you could get your hands on even a quarter of what you have stashed.

Are you on to me now?

I’m the one that’s going to be axed. I need to disappear and my death seems like it’s the only way to give me the best options.

And imagine…a life started with a clean slate? A completely new me.

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ASHES

When I die,
don’t bury my body deep
with no living thing to see.

Take my ashes
and scatter them wide
across the mountaintops
and canyons
of the Divide.

Where I found my peace
in the solemn beauty
amidst the pines
and roaring creeks
of nature’s glory.

JOY

Something strange happened to me the other day.

I was in the airport bathroom en route to Phoenix when two Latino ladies approached me. One was older with lines of age marking her face and hints of grey about her forehead. She was dressed in some heavy clothing for August and had a work apron on top of it all.

The other was younger, her wide black eyes more pronounced by the smoothness of her skin. A loose patterned sweatshirt hung about her over black leggings.

They spoke quickly in Spanish to one another as they approached me with some hesitation. The young woman said, “She would like for you to leave a comment.”

I scrunched my brow, unsure of what she meant. “You want what?” I asked.

“Senora, Senora, ” the older one said. She raced back over to a janitorial cart and brought back a stack of napkins. On one of them, someone had written some words in Spanish in a lovely, cursive font.

“See, see.” The woman pushed the napkin closer to me, keeping an expectant gaze. I stood dumbfounded, unable to read it. My one year of language class was not paying off.

“She wants you to write a comment,” the younger one spoke again, “of this place.” She held out her hands. “Of her work.”

“Oh, okay,” I said, finally grasping the meaning. The older woman laid down a new napkin eagerly, placing the previous one close by for an example.

“Olga,” she said, pointing to herself. Her smile brightened as I uncapped the pen and started to write.

When I handed it back, she thanked me repeatedly and then went right back to work, wiping all the counters down even though they were already clean.

I’ve thought back on this interaction in several passing moments now. And what I always circle back to is the woman’s sheer joy for the comment. She had no idea whether I would write something good or bad. But yet she seeked it all the same – language barrier or not.

And I could see her dedication to the job, too. Cleaning bathrooms is not a pleasant job – and the ones at the airport are nowhere near the top of the easy list. But here she was, so motivated and happy. Utterly happy.

And then I think about my own job and how a day with an emotion like that is nonexistent. I would never ask for a comment card for the fear of making the day that much worse. But why is it like that? Why shouldn’t I seek the same joy?

 

 

 

 

REST EASY

The hammock groans
in my ear.
Each rope tightly woven
into place.
Fabric of opaque
diamonds pressed on my skin,
where the blood runs thin.

The chains clink along
with the leaves scratching
the patio floor.
They flip
and flutter,
swirling trails of yellow
and orange.

The dogs run free
around the fading green.
Following scents
made up
of mysteries.

The sun is setting
even though
the day has been
warm
and slow.

In the comfort
of familiar,
a lethargy sways with me.
I rest easy,
knowing nothing
about tomorrow
and focusing
on simply just
breathing.

SILENT COLLAPSE

There is an ancient battle
still alive
here.

The trees themselves
have begun a fight.

Uprooting
from the dense soil.
Exposing
their very inner workings.

They lean and sway
until they fall,
taking with them
others
ensnared
by acute branches.

With a loud clap
they collapse
in rows.
Each descending further
and further.
The weight more
with each groan.

Until
at last
many years later,
they finally crack
and waste
on the forest floor.
Just as another began
its fight
only days before.

CAPTAIN OF THE CLOUD SEA

Clouds fly
in the ocean of sky.

“What do you see?”
asks little Lee.

“Oh me, oh my.
I do think I spy
a ship
with it sails spread wide.”

“Pirates!” he squealed,
unable to keep even-keeled.

“Aye.”
I replied.
“The captain is looking at me
with a stern eye,
bright and white,
through a telescope he peers,
determining
if we are enemies to fear.”

Lee raised his fists
and gave a snarl.
And hollered:
“Don’t you run from me,
Captain of the Cloud Sea!
For I am Little Lee!”

From my lips
broke a smile
and after only a while,
Lee tugged at my sleeve,
and asked,
“What answer did you recieve?”

“He says he has come prepared.
He knows your name
for it is regarded
everywhere.
He calls at his crew,
Full speed ahead!
Look at how they move!
They are coming, Little Lee.
What shall we do?”

A devious grin spread across his face
and his youthful eyes began to sparkle.
“I have waited days
for his ship to come,
we will stand our place!”

At the sound of Lee’s defiance,
darker clouds began to roll in in waves.
The Cloud Sea Captain pushed forward
with no second to waste.

From her great, light hull
barrel guns protruded,
packed and ready,
the crew waited for the captain.
There would be no refusal!

Fire!” he commanded,
standing tall and proud.
And just like that
streaks of light
dashed through the clouds.

The air groaned
with the echo of thunder.
Little Lee stood
knowing that we did not have much longer.

Quickly, he ran across
the field of grass,
letting no obstacle prevent him
from his task.
He jumped and skipped across
every hidden rock.
He was headed for the pavilion,
that is where he would stop.

Behind him came
fleets of rain,
soaking the ground in
an endless daze.

I was not so lucky as Little Lee,
running in after him,
I found myself drenched
from the Cloud Sea.

“Don’t worry my father.”
He smiled ferventely.
“The Cloud Sea Captain
did not even get a drop on me.”

I nodded and knelt
to give him a hug
and said:
“My brave, brave son.”

He gave another look to the sky,
as things began to dry.
He pointed and gasped
for what was left of the pirate’s ship
had become just a single wisp.

He turned back to me
his eyes wide and said:
“Father, do you see?
The sun has already avenged thee.”