When Barry was young, he was fit; he ran, he laughed, he played the fife and his back was rigid and strong as a bayonet.

One day, a bully knocked him down and split his lip.

Barry rose to his feet, wiping spit from his bleeding tongue and, as he was taught, offered his other cheek.

The bully punched him harder on the turned cheek and the bully kicked him in the knee and twisted his arm and shoved him down a rocky embankment down into the river below where Barry landed, broken, and bruised in the water with a jellified spine.

As the bully bounded down the mountain with a hammer in one hand and a pitchfork in the other for a final meting in the river, Barry sank into the water and pulled himself into the depths.

There was no sound.

There was no light.

There was only Barry there — alone and bleeding and dying to fight back — and he felt his Black skin shimmering in the glazing cold and he knew then that if he ever wanted to breathe to live again, he’d have to find a way, any way, to break the bullies and honor the loyal while dog paddling down a lonely river in the rain.

He rose from the water with a gasp and surprised the bully.

Barry grabbed the pitchfork and plunged its steely tines deep into the belly of the bully; gassy expletives mixed with excrement and whiskey shot into the night air and rained satisfaction down on Barry as he pushed the corpse down into the deep water to sink forever.

Posted by David Boles

David Boles was born in Nebraska and his MFA is from Columbia University in the City of New York. He is an Author, Lyricist, Playwright, Publisher, Editor, Actor, Designer, Director, Poet, Producer, and Boodle Boy for print, radio, television, film, the web and the live stage. With more than 50 books in print, David continues to write 2MM words a year. He has authored over 25K articles and published more. Read the Prairie Voice Archive at Boles.com | Buy his books at David Boles Books Writing & Publishing | Earn the world with David Boles University | Get a script doctored at Script Professor | Touch American Sign Language mastery at Hardcore ASL.

8 Comments

  1. Powerful story, David! Really great imagery.

    Like

    Reply

  2. […] feet on the ground as part of the theatrics of dissent — and that is so humanly wrong and so emotionally vile that everything uttered is wiped from the memory of the moment so that even a small, righteous, […]

    Like

    Reply

  3. I hope Barry will find this and then act on the advice.

    Like

    Reply

    1. Me, too, Anne. Me too.

      But will the real Barry have the fight for life that this Barry has? Time will tell; and time is racing out.

      Like

      Reply

  4. […] He’s our new superstar: Obama on the rise. […]

    Like

    Reply

  5. […] Barry was tired of getting kicked around, and he resolved the following for 2012, and he knew it would be a good year because he always did better in years that ended in even numbers. […]

    Like

    Reply

  6. […] Bane lay dying — last gasping for the sweet scent of fresh air from an alive world above him — he was […]

    Like

    Reply

Share Your Thoughts:

Please log in using one of these methods to post your comment:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s