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I thought I'd toss in a fan fiction section here. Every week expect a new read. Great place to be if you're bored. This is one of my favorites I submitted for Garo's WCC: | I thought I'd toss in a fan fiction section here. Every week expect a new read. Great place to be if you're bored. This is one of my favorites I submitted for Garo's WCC: | ||
Breaking a Heart of Stone | |||
The cold air bit their faces as the group assembled for roll call. The procedure was far from new however this time around events would transpire differently. The feeling was mutual gazing across the cockier than usual faces of the inmates. | |||
His name was McBurton. He walked with a confident trot, head towards the sky, muscular fingers incessantly fumbling in his red lumber coat pocket. The combine hadn’t gotten to him yet. All week the institution’s faculty endeavored to inject him with the regular depressant ration in an attempt to defuse riots. But for once the tables were reversed. | |||
Bam! In their deep contemplation, the inmates had forgotten who was in charge here. The old nurse lumbered through the group casting a chilling gaze at each man, sending a shiver down his spine. Her blood red lipstick was the only distinctly feminine part of her frame. She stopped for a moment to unwrinkle her apron, white as snow. Everything about her gait was choreographed to perfection. | |||
“McBuron,” she stated placidly. “I heard you’ve been giving my men a hard time this past week. We’re here for your benefit. At the end of the rehabilitation process you’ll return to society and resume a normal life.” | |||
McBurton folded his arms, the smile never leaving his face. | |||
“It’s McBurton, mam, a name I hope you’ll never forget. I didn’t mean to give you a hard time. Nope. It’s not in my nature. So who here wants to play cards?” he guffawed turning to his fellow inmates. | |||
No one answered as a barely audible sound filled the winter air. However minor it rung in everyone’s ears for several minutes on end. The top button had burst from the nurse’s shirt. She tried to brush it off as though it was nothing but the damage had already been done. The dam swayed back and forth. | |||
“Gentlemen, for all intents and purposes this roll call is terminated. We’ll resume discussion during the evening’s group meeting.” The old nurse paused to gain composure, disappearing with the click of her high heels. | |||
*** | |||
Cards. McBurton was a man of cards. He called himself a professional gambler and he certainly had a lot to show for it. After an afternoon of round ladder tournament the final game was well underway. The defending champion was a man by the name of Howard. | |||
Howard was a fellow of twenty twice. He most certainly had been a handsome man in his younger days but fatigue had worn him past the point of no return. Purple markings under his eyebrows, he struggled to maintain concentration, fumbling with his cards. | |||
“All-in,” McBurton declared from across the table. Howard’s face flushed as he observed the flush placed before him. McBurton had done him in. Sighing he collapsed back into his chair. | |||
McBurton arose, approaching Howard. | |||
“So you’re the top dog around here, eh?” Howard responded with a timid nod. “How about teaming up to tackle the wretched nurse? I’ve been here long enough to understand what’s occurring. She’s chewing you out. I mean, look at yourself! Were you this weak and emaciated upon entering this crack house?” | |||
McBurton never heard a response. The door burst open with the old nurse and her frail assistant following close behind. | |||
“Good evening, gentlemen. Where did we leave off last week’s proceedings? I believe we were discussing Howard’s gambling problems. Howard, what led you astray to this hollow existence?” | |||
“I, I, I…” Howard stammered. | |||
“Look here now, Nurse, is this truly the best method to diagnose your patients? You should bolster their mental condition, not shoot them down. Sometimes all a guy needs is compassion” McBurton interrupted. | |||
“McBurton, you will speak when it is your turn,” the nurse replied, her distant stare in stark contrast with her tone. The dam would not be able to sustain any more damage. | |||
McBurton hesitantly lowered his body to the sofa, the furniture squeaking under his weight. | |||
“Alright. Who haven’t we heard from in a while,” the nurse inquired glossing over her list. “Bradley, how have you been managing your speech disability?” | |||
“I…uh...um…I…uh…um…I…,” the poor fellow could not finish his words. | |||
“This is ridiculous!” McBurton exclaimed. “What are you-a condor picking on fallen prey? Your job is to help these people, not raze their sense of self-worth to the ground!” | |||
The flood waters burst forth from the collapsing dam. Everyone’s eyes turned to the nurse who was considerably redder than usual. The blood trickled down from her upper lip. She was trying to hold it in yet she had met her match. Her fingers played with the pen in her hands stabbing the ink through an entire notebook. | |||
She arose abruptly, slamming the door behind her, assistant stumbling behind. | |||
“Embers will burn when you put a match by them,” Howard remarked, the gloom in his face dissipated. | |||
He arose from his chair, patting McBurton on the back. The others followed his example. They had been birds locked in a cage. The birds had been offered fresh air and they desired more. A hymn of hope caressed the winter air. | |||