Prompt: Hero
Words: 1461
Genre: Drama
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Butterfingers
The family reunion lurched into full swing.
Will Bailey’s back dug into the battered picnic table Stick-like joints folded elbows to knees like a grasshopper enjoying the sun. They unfurled with a snap, a closed fist smashing a wayward volleyball from shattering his head. Crack.
“Wow. Did you see that, guys?” A crimson-cheeked fat kid raced forward, slack-jawed.
Perspiring teenage boys and girls milled around Will, anxious hands patted his back and shoulders. A hand still at half-mast, his booming laugh replaced a self-satisfied grin. ”It’s nothing. Back to your game boys and girls. Which side is winning again?”
The boys, rowdy and energetic, high-fived. A reedy boy leaned forward. “I can’t believe the girls whooped that wild ball so hard, Uncle Will.” Adam’s apple bobbing, he smirked at his friends. “Surprise. Surprise.”
A raven-haired girl fought her way through the throng and crossed her arms. “The girls? It only takes one, buster, and that would be me—Penny.” She poked a thumb into her chest. “Little old me.” Hoisting herself to full height, the curvy girl stood no more than four feet from naked heels to the top of her head. The boys snickered and shook their heads.
“You do have a mean serve, girlie. Maybe you’ll learn to straighten it before you kill somebody?” He pointed at his nephew. Intermittent gasps sputtered in the crowd. A couple girls whispered, heads bowed, stealing glances at his hand. “When’s the last time you hit the ball half that hard?” He churned the air with open palms. “Go on and play fair.” The boys shuffled off elbowing each other. Will folded his gangly form once more, eyes closed, face to the sun.
Hot and limp from chasing the ball, someone threw a T-shirt heavenwards. “Last one in lake is a loser.” Bare feet pounded the sand, churning it in all directions as they passed organizers filling the park’s stone barbeque surfaces with meat. The sound and smell of sizzling burgers already worked on their appetites. Soggy tees soared like damaged birds only to nose-dive with a thump. Unzipped shorts followed, marking a wide trail to water’s edge. Dozing sunbathers and excited children at play in the sand slowed the rambunctious flock. They wove in and out around them, pushing and tugging, shouting and squealing at the top of their lungs.
Will ran a hand through thinning white hair and smiled. He dropped his hand and studied it. After all these years, he still wasn’t used to it. He turned with a start at the light hand on his shoulder. “I didn’t hear you come up, Josh.”
The reedy nephew pleated himself on the bench beside him. “Dad’s always saying I look more like you than him. Weird, isn’t it.”
Will studied the seventeen-year-old, a corner of his mouth twitching. “Seems so. A hardship, is it?”
“No-o. A comment—is all.” Josh toed the patch grass. “Good to see you. It’s been a long year since the last family picnic. We never see you.”
“You know I can’t drive, right? Can’t afford one of them fancy cars, neither. Even if I had a license, they probably wouldn’t renew it at my age. Something on your mind, Josh?”
“Not really. Wanted to talk without interruption. How you been keeping?” He squinted over his shoulder, breathing in through his nose. “I’m famished. Given the opportunity, I’d eat a whole cow not just a couple burgers. Why does food always smell so good outside?”
Will chuckled, pushing hands against the bench to rearrange his lean rump on the hard surface. “Fresh air and exercise, I suppose. I’m good for an old geezer and the shape I’m in. Thanks for asking. What I’ve missed—can’t lie—was playing sports and the freedom to do as I pleased.” He lowered reflective sunglasses to peer over the top. “Is that your mother bringing food?”
Changed to a dry Tee, Josh rubbed his chest and belly. “That’s mom. Bless her.”
“Son, my hat—is it under the table? The dang sun is frying my brains like steak.” The high-pitched clang of an iron dinner bell pealed in the distance. “Thanks. That feels better already.” He raised a hand in salute to Josh’s mother.
“Why don’t we move you and your chair into the shade? High noon. It’s hot enough to fry bacon on my nose.”
“About time you put your hat back on and moved out of the sun. Can’t chat—don’t want a stampede. The young ones are over eager now the food’s ready.” She chuckled, a buttery sound. “Later, Will.” Plates smacked down, she was gone.
“More comfortable in the chair, Uncle Will? Let’s eat.” Half the burger disappeared in one bite. He chewed, a look of bliss on his face. A raspy noise like someone coughing up sandpaper forced his eyes open. “What?” He bit off another hunk.
“It’s a pleasure to watch you eat. I used to put it away too when I was your age. Don’t want much nowadays.”
“Why do you come to these reunions? Nobody pays attention to you. I don’t even know half my cousins—there’s new ones every year—you can’t know many. The older people are busy cooking, serving and packing up again. Why do you bother to come so far to sit ignored?”
Will chewed and looked away. “You’re all the family I have. No fun living alone in the retirement home. Still enjoy counting the additions to this huge family every year. My friends are gone or dying. I’ll be gone soon, too.”
“Are you sick? Why don’t you live with us? Never understood why you didn’t in the first place. You wouldn’t be lonely in our house. Guaranteed.” Josh leaned over the plate in his lap, earnest brown eyes studying the man he wanted to know.
“Your father has badgered me for years. Can’t do it, son.”
“Why not? You’re Dad’s only brother. Why the heck not?” A crimson river of heat rushed from his chest, over his face, to the roots of his pale blond brush-cut.
“You have your hands full with six aunts and cousins, never mind your mother’s side of the family. I have good 12-hour care. I’m good.” A quick wink and he speared a forkful of potato salad. “You’re right. Food tastes a hundred times better outside.”
Josh dove into the salad and bit into the second burger, thoughtful, eyes assessing his uncle. He swallowed and cleared his throat. “How come no one talks about what happened to you? I want to know, but Dad always makes excuses. I’m not talking about idle curiosity, understand?”
“Nothing to tell.”
“You’re a hero and nobody talks about it. I don’t understand.”
Will heaved a deep breath, wiping his face and hands with a crumpled paper serviette. Like I said, nothing to tell, but if I can answer, I will. What do you want to know?”
Josh grinned scraping together the last of the salad on his plate. “Easy one to start. Why does no one call you Bill Bailey? Why only Will?”
The coughing-sandpaper sound began low and grew in volume. “It’s nothing to do with the song. I was named William, shortened it to Will by my teens. Once I heard about the song, I made it clear my name was Will and nothing else. I’ve had the song hummed enough times to lose my sanity.”
The boy slapped the folded paper plate against his knee, then grew serious. What happened to your legs? Dad says you never married.”
It was the Vietnam War, son. I drove a jeep over a landmine… End of story. About not marrying—why sentence a young woman to a life of caretaking when she can do better?” A shadow of sadness flickered across his face and vanished. He handed the half-finished plate to the boy. “I’m done.”
“And the finger? What happened to the top half? Do you mind if I ask?” Nervous hands slid up and down his thighs.
This time, Will honked when he laughed. His nephew heaved his webbed sun chair closer, exhaling.
“That’s a funny story—stupid if you want to know. About 20 years ago, I worked a table saw, moved the wrong way, put my hand out to catch my balance, and well, lobbed it off. Passed out—don’t know how long. Afterwards no one could find it.” He shook his head. “Dumb accident.”
Neither of them spoke for long minutes.
“I want you to promise you will come visit more often and stay over a few nights.”
Once Josh’s friends knew him better, they liked hanging around Will. No one noticed the wheelchair after a while. His habit of stabbing the air with a finger when excited was another matter.
The End
© 2016 Tess @ How the Cookie Crumbles
June 21, 2016 at 12:46 am
Powerful!
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June 21, 2016 at 8:23 am
T.h.a.n.k. you. ❤ ❤
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June 21, 2016 at 1:51 am
How touching, I fear there are many, many people like Will in this world, especially the ‘civilised’ west.
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June 21, 2016 at 4:43 pm
Thank you, Gilly. I have no men in my family, we are a female clan, but I rage at how the men who make it back home are so ill-treated. I hate it. ❤ ❤
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June 21, 2016 at 2:47 am
A very moving story, Tess, well done. Kept me at the edge of my seat and wanting to find a way to give comfort.
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June 21, 2016 at 4:42 pm
Thank you, Sharon. You say the nicest things. ❤ You've made my day. XX
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June 21, 2016 at 3:32 am
Such a lovely story, gave me a lump in my throat ❤
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June 21, 2016 at 4:41 pm
Thank you, Cathy. Couldn’t get started on this one, but somehow it worked. Josh turned out to be a surprise. 🙂 ❤
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June 21, 2016 at 3:39 am
Reblogged this on Smorgasbord – Variety is the spice of life and commented:
We have all had large family reunions and usually there is one person who stands out because they choose not to!! Tess Karlinski captures this perfectly in her story today in the #Blogbattle challenge.
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June 21, 2016 at 4:00 am
It is wonderful to let a hero know that you love him without saying the actual words. I hope Will gets to spend more time with Josh.
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June 21, 2016 at 4:40 pm
I hope he does too. Feels to me Will knows he’s running out of time. The boy feels a connection because of the family resemblance I suppose. Anyway, this was a tough prompt. 🙂 ❤
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June 21, 2016 at 4:34 am
I really liked Josh. This is a good young man ❤
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June 21, 2016 at 4:35 pm
Me too. Josh surprised me. He had no real part in this story.
Thank you for liking him too. ❤ 🙂
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June 21, 2016 at 6:27 pm
He ended up having a huge part … through him, Will’s story was told.
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June 21, 2016 at 6:54 am
❤️
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June 21, 2016 at 7:16 am
I love your descriptions in this. Particularly ‘Stick-like joints folded elbows to knees like a grasshopper enjoying the sun.’ Excellent! A very touching piece. You certainly can weave the words, Tess.
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June 21, 2016 at 4:33 pm
Hiya. Wonderful to see you. ❤ ❤
I appreciate your support, K.L. I wasn't sure how that description would be received but that's exactly how how I saw him. 😀
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June 21, 2016 at 8:12 am
Far too many like Will, too many broken bodies. But those spirits…amazingly strong. A beautiful family story, Tess. I’m glad he had a Josh in his life. ❤️
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June 21, 2016 at 4:28 pm
Thank you Van. Me too. Josh wasn’t supposed to play much of a part, but he surprised me. ❤
Indeed, I so agree. I have no brothers in my family. Except for husbands, we are a female cast. I don't feel we have done right by returning soldiers. Not at all.
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June 21, 2016 at 8:25 am
Thanks for writing this.
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June 21, 2016 at 4:24 pm
I’m always tickled if you enjoy my pecking (of the keyboard). Thank you, Linda. ❤ ❤ ❤
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June 21, 2016 at 8:50 am
A lovely stor, Tess. Poignant.Jx
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June 21, 2016 at 4:25 pm
Judith, you do light up my day. Thank you. ❤ ❤ ❤
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June 21, 2016 at 10:03 am
Great story Tess. Really brought the emotions off the page into my body. Such a great ending. 🙂 ❤
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June 21, 2016 at 4:23 pm
Thank you, Paulette. This prompt had me stumped and I didn’t want to go someplace dark again. ❤ ❤ ❤
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June 21, 2016 at 12:24 pm
Loved the story, Tess. I almost felt I was outside at the gathering. Beautiful ending as well.
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June 21, 2016 at 4:22 pm
Thank you, John. I hit my head against a brick wall a couple times for this one and this is what fell out. Glad you enjoyed the read. Thanks so much. Your support. ❤
I bet the outdoor activities are connected to the lovely pictures of water, beach and tour you've been sharing lately. 🙂 Thank YOU.
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June 21, 2016 at 4:46 pm
Very true. 🙂
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June 21, 2016 at 1:59 pm
Another great story. I think we’ve only heard a half of it, Tess. I like Josh and Will.
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June 21, 2016 at 4:19 pm
Whoops. This comments disappeared, I started another one, lost it and this one came back. I give UP!
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June 21, 2016 at 4:04 pm
Good to see there’s still young people who seek wisdom from the elders. Good story!
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June 21, 2016 at 4:15 pm
Hi Loretta. We can always hope. Sometimes I wonder if we don’t shortchange teenagers. 🙂
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June 21, 2016 at 4:16 pm
Hi Loretta. We can always hope. Sometimes I wonder if we don’t shortchange teenagers. 🙂 I like Josh and Will too. They surprised me. 🙂 ❤
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June 21, 2016 at 5:32 pm
Tess I wish I could send you a photo of me reading your stories. I lean into the screen, closer and closer. I don’t realize it but when I am done gobbling up your words there is my face practically pressed against the screen. In those short minutes I feel I have come to know your characters as old friends. You have a true gift dear Tess.
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June 21, 2016 at 6:32 pm
You say such lovely things, Sue. Bless you and thank you too. ((( 3 )))
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June 21, 2016 at 7:03 pm
Ha! Great ending!
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June 21, 2016 at 7:45 pm
Thank you. Your comment makes my day. ❤ ❤ ❤
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June 21, 2016 at 8:46 pm
Pleasure!
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June 21, 2016 at 7:58 pm
You find the most interesting characters! Love the two different generations coming together.
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June 21, 2016 at 8:14 pm
Thank YOU, Patricia. It’s seems the most difficult pieces, the ones I’m not so sure about, are so much better received than I thought possible. ❤ ❤ ❤
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June 21, 2016 at 8:30 pm
Well, when you’re good you’re good and you are good.
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June 21, 2016 at 9:59 pm
You’ve made my day, but please understand, I see I’ve a way to go, but am hopeful I’ve made progress. ✌ Your comment gives me hope. ❤ ❤ <3😘💞 Thank you, Patricia.
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June 21, 2016 at 10:32 pm
A touching story Tess. You know how to captivate our hearts. Although the story was sad about Will, you managed the humour at the final end – he lives through a war and loses a finger mindlessly. 🙂
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June 22, 2016 at 6:34 pm
Thank you, Debby. Isn’t that always the way? 😀 😀
Appreciate your visit and support. XX
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June 23, 2016 at 10:49 am
🙂 ❤
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June 22, 2016 at 3:11 am
Fabulous vignette and I felt as if I was there (even eating the hamburger although I haven’t eaten meat in years). Oh, family reunions. Thanks, Tess!
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June 22, 2016 at 6:33 pm
I’ve often wondered what it’s like to have a huge family reunion. I’ve heard of people having them and having trouble finding a big enough place to accommodate everyone comfortably. I come from a family of females with two uncles from the old country. The girls had girls, had girls. 😀
Thank you for reading and your wonderful comment, Olga. You’ve made my day. (( ❤ ))
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June 22, 2016 at 11:10 am
I looooved this story. Josh and Will seem like such REAL people, real men who aren’t natural conversationalists, yet thanks to Josh’s persistence, ended up with a verbal (and unseen loving) connection. And Will. Sigh. What stories he holds inside himself. A stoic and probably an unsung hero. Excellent scene, Tess.
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June 22, 2016 at 6:31 pm
Thank YOU, Pam. Generous of you. I’m tickled pink you enjoyed this. (( ❤ ))
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June 23, 2016 at 11:00 am
Fact is, I reslly like your writing…
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June 25, 2016 at 1:37 am
Food does always taste better outside, doesn’t it? My grandfather took two fingers off with a table saw, so that part is totally believable to me. Nice story. 🙂
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June 26, 2016 at 10:37 am
Yes, I agree. Even a backyard BBQ is fantastic.
I had three scenarios around the lost finger, but settled on the table saw. It still made me squeamish.
Thanks for reading, Cathleen and for contributing to the conversation. 🙂 ❤
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June 26, 2016 at 9:55 am
Your descriptions were so thorough they brought the story to life. I could clearly imagine the reunion and loved the ending.
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June 26, 2016 at 10:34 am
Thank YOU. Positive feedback is always welcome here. ❤ ❤ 🙂
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June 26, 2016 at 10:45 am
My pleasure!! 🙂
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June 30, 2016 at 4:31 pm
Vietnam leaves it’s shadow still.
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June 30, 2016 at 7:57 pm
Tessa, thanks for liking my post about Irena’s cookbook – I would love it if you could share with your friends! It’s a good book – and she’s pretty poor:) In fact, her son has ‘borrowed’ most of her money and she’s now alone and pretty much broke.
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July 1, 2016 at 7:11 am
Beautiful story. The mixing of the old and young. Enjoyed it. 🙂
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July 2, 2016 at 10:25 pm
This was a joy to read, Tess! I really like Uncle Will. 🙂
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