Witness Protection........

Witness Protection

    "I don't know if I should " , I stammered to the two uniformed cops standing in front of me . My Mother stood behind me with her hand on my shoulder , not saying anything . perhaps waiting for them to convince me to go. I was twelve , and had witnessed  the hit and run drunk driver and  car that had killed my eight year old brother.
     Eddie , we need to talk to you for a few miniutes , I promise it won't take very long and we'll have you right back here " , I turned and looked at my mother and seeing tears come to her eyes once again , I decided , I had better go with them .
    I remember the smell of the cruiser even now , and the equipment of thier profession , a radio squawking a couple of times , the shotgun , bracketted upright to the dash board , In the ten minuite drive it took us to do a drive by of a house with a car in the back yard, I became a little more comfortable in the car, I carefully looked up when the cruiser stopped. One of the officers turned around to face me and said.
      As we pulled into this driveway the officer riding said.
     " Please just stay in your seat and look at the vehicle in front of us and tell me , does this look like the car that left the scene of the 'accident '? The cop on the passenger side asked me . I looked at the vehicle in an open garage behind the big appartment building ,
and knew even at my age , the year and make of the car.
    " Yes that looks like the same car" I said , and the officer again turned to me .
    " Now ed , Look at the rear of the car very carefully , and this is very important "
    A few minitues went by and he said to me .
     " Eddie , I need you to do us a favor , I need you to keep this between the three of us , now you can't tell anyone that we brought you here , nor can you tell what it was we were showing you!" I felt a numbness go through my young mind and they must have guessed what I was thinking because now he said".
    " You cannot , under any circumstances, tell your father especially what you have seen here today or where we brought you." And once again the officer turned to me with a stern look on his face . As I nodded my head , I thought , Oh no , I can't even tell anyone what I've seen.
An hour later the cruiser pulled into my parents driveway and stopped . I got out of the police car and said something to the officers . I don't remember what I said now though. Just that my fathers truck was now in the driveway and he stood there waiting at the door of the woodshed between the garage and the house. Probably one of the first times in my life that the conflictions of the concience crossed before the eyes of my mind,
    As the cruiser backed out of the driveway I looked to my father , for what, I'm not sure,
and as I walked towards the house and met him there , I remember watching my fathers face looking at the police car driving off and the returning glance of the cop.
    " Hey ", my father said.
     " Hi Dad"
     And then what I knew somehow was coming next .
     " Where did they take you ?"
     Silence .
     " You're not going to tell me ?
     I dropped my eye's to the dirt driveway , a hot feeling of guilt came over me then and remained for a very long time. Looking up at my father , he was looking intensly away from me and down the road to where the cruiser had gone and then his eye's moved slowly back to the edge of the road where the 'accident' took place right in front of our house. My father spit in the dirt in front of his feet and turned to go out around the corner of the house.
    It's funny , the ways of the memory , the mind , all of the memories as they return years later, have a way of shifting themselves , of clearifying themselves into pictures , even moving pictures , as if somehow you're watching an old movie . Though even now , I can detect the scents of mid summer , of the odors of the weeds growing in the roadside ditches , the roses by the edge of the fields, the creosote on the wooden guard rail posts along the road that still today haunts me . The long hot summer of sun in the fields and the beginning growth of goldenrod weeds . The warm sticky flow of the evening river mists in our back yard even now, even now , as the same odors , the scents of beautiful wildflowers . All of these things today remind me of chilhood days , good and bad , but remind me they do .



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Hyphenbird 5 years ago from America-Broken But Still Beautiful

I am committed to Hub Hopping at least 5 times a day. I love the random articles that come up. Happiness to you on your writing. Hyphenbird


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WillStarr 5 years ago from Phoenix, Arizona

Engrossing and mysterious.

Well done.


daddysgirl 5 years ago

I can never imagine dad. You were so young and just witnessing this horrific tragedy, all the guilt,sorrow, anger, and on top of that feeling obligated to tell your father! It's a good thing you didn't! Though I can never blame any man that wants to take another out for causing the uneccessary death of their child that's for sure. In fact I know a father just like grandpa! Love and peace to you! I hope you always know that you need not ever try to explain the reasons for being who you are to me. I have a natural instinct for knowing these things in life. All I do know and will share is with all the tragedy you witnessed and the hard living as a young boy and young man, you are the best damn father anyone could ask for....love and hugs


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ahorseback 5 years ago Author

Hyphenbird thank you , I can't wait then to share more.


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ahorseback 5 years ago Author

Will Star , thank you sir,and For coming by.


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ahorseback 5 years ago Author

Hey Girlly Girlly, Ah ,so many memories, so little time, As things worked out in the end ! I'm sure even my Father too suffered that day and many more. Much more! You are embarrasing me ,you know I love the dickens out of you.oxoxoxoxoxoxox....


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CheyenneAutumn 5 years ago

You are an amazing man my friend. Thank you for again sharing a part of what makes you the man we know today. Hugs to you my friend.


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ahorseback 5 years ago Author

Thanks Laurie , I read your e- mail, your mother sounded like such an interesting woman , one of those people I wish I had known , some lives are reduced to so little in words, how do you desribe an angel like her. And such a fire in her eyes at that age. admirable , She will remain with you forever !You know that I'm sure. Hugs.


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Christopher Price 5 years ago from Vermont, USA

This was quite a "slice of life". Some cut deeper than others.

It is fascinating the sights the sounds the smells that will bring back the memories of milestone moments, and even more curious the details so sharply in focus in these snapshots we carry through life.

Thanks for sharing.

CP


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Kindacrazy 5 years ago from Tennessee

Yes, share more. Memories mold our future.


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ahorseback 5 years ago Author

CP ,Nieghbor , how are you , In my meager experience some people handle these as things others cannot , or at least we all see everything differently. But yes the senses never let go do they. I'm glad to share.Thanks.


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ahorseback 5 years ago Author

Kindacrazy , Oh come on , such an unlikely ,LOL, thank you for "listening".


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dahoglund 5 years ago from Wisconsin Rapids

A bit much for a little boy to assimilate.


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ahorseback 5 years ago Author

Hi Dahoglund , true , at least for this one.At the time anyway.Stay well.


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Pollyannalana 5 years ago from US

A true story, I will have to check back, sounds as if it may be sad but I can relate to memories being so sharp and vivid as you seem to have here.


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ahorseback 5 years ago Author

Pollyannalana, True it is , sharp and vivid too. But life goes on for the living. I have missed seeing you here. tay well.


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Amy Becherer 5 years ago from St. Louis, MO

ahorseback, beautifully, emotively, quietly said, just like you as that little boy. Just like your dad, who in his grief, pain and overwhelmed by the feelings of unfairness, returned to a little boy, struggling with something too big to fully digest. Sad, but captivatingly written..beautifully said, ahorseback.


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ahorseback 5 years ago Author

Thank you Amy , so true, ahh memories!


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lorlie6 5 years ago from Bishop, Ca

This is such a scary look into the situation, ahorseback. Thank you for writing this!


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ahorseback 5 years ago Author

Laural , yes it was , to be continued.....Thanks.


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Pixienot 5 years ago from Clarksville, Indiana

ahorseback,

I really enjoyed the story. Left a lot to imagination, yet conveyed some really intense moments. Is there more?

Voted up and awesome


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ahorseback 5 years ago Author

Pixienot. there's so much more ,and as the memories come, so will the words. Thank you.


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Erin LeFey 5 years ago from Maryland

this is such a poignant piece, it held me. thank you so much for sharing. I look forward to more like this. I will be following you. voted up and awesome. Namaste.


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rcrawford 5 years ago from NE Ohio

Very touching and intense. Hope to read more.


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ahorseback 5 years ago Author

Thank you Erin , love that good old Irish name.


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ahorseback 5 years ago Author

Rcrawford, thank you , perhaps we will!


Marina Lester 5 years ago

Tears bubbled in my eyes Ed, as much as I felt you wouldn't create this story with the character having your name, I was hoping it was fiction.... But your daughter left it crystal.... I know no such pain and tragedy, and pray I never do. Thus I will never have truly any words to offer for one who has... But take my prayers. You had to become strong very early, and though I had already seen you a great man you show it yet more. Because you came out of your strength with also sincere softness, an honest heart... My friend, Ed you are a man of the very strongest and truest caliber and I am honored to know you at all... Peace.


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ahorseback 5 years ago Author

Marina , No tears now! Just the moving on of life, And even although you are young doesn't mean your heart isn't known. Your smile and your written words are powerful medicine for all , including me . It's nice to see you. And thank you so much. Be well ,live well.

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