Raymond’s parents were excited when their son showed an interest in nature. They eagerly fulfilled his birthday request for a pair of binoculars. His father insisted on getting the most up to date and the top of the line equipment. His mother was excited, hoping her son would share stories of his glimpses of butterflies, birds and deer. A dream fulfilled for any 15 year old.
The day after his birthday celebration Raymond set off on his regular visits to the nearby park. It was state owned land that had been preserved from being developed. The park ranger was used to seeing Raymond following the trails frequently. Although he didn’t know Raymond’s name they often waved to each other. Today he complimented him on his new equipment and Raymond just beamed with his excitement.
His favorite was trail #7. It was not the most used trail since it just looped around the back end of town. Raymond hurried along, anxious to reach the destination he had carefully selected for testing out his new binoculars. He had dreamed about this moment and had his backpack ready for the last few weeks with all he needed. The binoculars hung from the leather strap around his neck.
He had rarely seen anyone else on this trail but still took another glance around before laying his blanket on the patch of grass beneath the trees. Before sitting he undid his belt and the button on his cargo pants. His pants seemed tighter than usual. Once situated he quickly started adjusting the focus on his new binoculars.
It was easy to spot Melonie’s house on the end of street. Her family had a big built in pool with a fence surrounding it. The elevation of the park allowed a clear view into her backyard and all the windows along the back of the house. Then he waited.
At 10am he spotted Melonie in her bedroom. She never had the curtains closed. He knew this from watching her window many times before. The binoculars confirmed that and he zoomed in close. Intent on not missing anything, Raymond did not move and his eyes remained glued on the window. A few seconds later Melonie walked past the window again wearing a light pink bikini and a light coverup that looked like lace. Moments later she was outside laying on a lounge chair next to the pool.
Raymond would have stayed there for hours, days, or weeks. Something had spooked him. Perhaps the noise that echoed through the forest or the puddle that had formed in his pants. He scurried back home.
That evening after dinner he carefully wrote a note to drop off at Melonie’s house. It said “You are so pretty. I liked looking at you in your bikini. I’ll be watching again tomorrow at 10. Signed, Your Secret Admirer”. He folded the note and wrote her name on the outside. He walked the few blocks to put it on her porch glad that he had snipped a daisy from his mother’s garden to place with his note. No one saw him.
That night he could hardly sleep but set his alarm for early the next day. Melonie was nice to him during the school year making summer recess torture for Raymond. He had followed her home from the shopping center one day to find out where she lived. The crush he had on her was getting bigger as the summer dragged into August.
By 9:30am the next day Raymond was at his secret location. This time he did more than just unbuckle and unbutton. The zipper was down. His underwear was home. The binoculars peered into a close up view of Melonie’s bedroom window. He waited….
Melonie had known she had a secret admirer. The little gifts and notes that were left at her locker in school always made her smile. It did not make her uneasy until the day a note appeared on the porch at her home. She wondered about it all night. She knew she would stand at the window at 10am but pondered what she would wear.
There was no one to discuss her new secret. Certainly her parents would not understand. Finally she decided to tease her young admirer. At 10am she stood in front of her bedroom window. She carefully removed her pajamas and stood naked looking out into the unknown hiding place of her stalking admirer. Turning around she bent over and picked up her bikini. Today she would be wearing the black suit, taking longer than usual to get ready. It excited her to wonder if eyes were watching her. Just in case she piroetted before going down to the pool.
At dusk the park ranger found Raymond at the far end of Trail #7. It was a little startling to see the boy so late in the day. The blanket was wrapped around him. He called out to him as he approached and Raymond just rolled over and looked at him. The boy was naked below the waist. One hand clutched his binoculars and the other tightly grasped his privates. The park ranger helped him up. While the boy got dressed the ranger picked up the wet blanket and draped it over the nearest clump of bushes.
As they walked together back along the trail, Raymond told the ranger all about Melonie. The ranger smiled knowingly, reminding Raymond to come back tomorrow to pick up his blanket and make sure he was gone before dusk in the future.
The Daily Post: Daily Prompts: 8/15/14 Secret Admirers
Still laying on the operating table, Brady began to recognize the sounds of his surroundings. He heard nurses congratulating doctors, doctors speaking of the difficulties they had overcome during the procedure, metal instruments being gathered and machines beeping. The nurses adjusted his blankets and chatted about their after work plans. The patient was gradually becoming more alert.
Brady dared not open his eyes. There were images in his mind that confused him. The overpowering light shown onto an unfamiliar path. He tried to remain calm and hoped the doctor would speak with him soon. Meanwhile he could not erase the vision or the uneasy feeling that sent chills through his body. A nurse sensed him quivering and adjusted the blankets one more time.
Meanwhile he tried to retrace his steps. He remembered the office building shaking from the earthquake and his co-worker pulling him away from the windows. It was seconds too late as the shattering glass flew towards Brady. Together they stumbled to the stairwell. Bob was able to help Brady down the two flights of stairs to the main level. The exertion was too much for Bob and he collapsed on the landing. Emergency personnel were arriving quickly. After assessing their condition it was obvious both men needed the next transport to the hospital.
The ride to the hospital was dismal. Brady was in a high level of pain. Bob did not answer when he called out to him. Both men had worked together for the past few years, spending hours in neighboring cubicles. They would often share stories of clients and wives over lunch or the occasional company function. Sharing a ride to the hospital was never something they discussed.
Finally, the doctor gently placed his hand on Brady’s arm and asked him if he could hear him. The patient could hear the tremble in his own voice as he answered “yes”. As if choosing his words carefully the doctor began to explain how the shattered glass had caused severe damage to the corneas of both eyes. This serious condition would have left Brady blind for the rest of his life. It was necessary to do an organ transplant immediately.
Slowly Brady began to understand. The vision he had seen was not his own. Bob had not survived his own internal injuries that day. Not only had his co-worker saved his life, but he had enabled him to have sight. The wooded path leading to the light was the last vision Bob had seen with the eyes that now belonged to Brady.
It was several weeks until Brady was able to have the bandages removed. Still longer until he could see clearly. His wife came to pick him up a month later to drive him home, however Brady gave her directions to another location. He knocked on the door and recognized her as soon as it opened. Leah started to cry but Brady wiped the tears and hugged her tightly. Finally he walked back to the car. He headed home to continue healing the wounds that did not show.
This week’s challenge was to use this photo as inspiration for the story AND since I usually write as a female the extra challenge was for me to write from a male perspective!
Prompt: DailyPromts 7/31/14. “Handmade Tales”
Somehow her art had become a twisted expression of her life. Although the abuse had stopped many years ago, the scars remained. Allie remained distant and aloof. Her days involved a job that bored her silly for 9 hours a day. Her nights were absorbed with reading the daily newspaper in it’s entirety. The television remained dark as she prepared for another day at work. Her outfit was always picked out, ironed and draped over the back of a chair. It was a routine.
Weekends disrupted her routine. A trip to the library was a big adventure and the smell of a zillion books were a comfort. Allie could hide in the history section for hours. It all served to keep the flashbacks away but rarely did she smile.
This Saturday was different. The new reference clerk closely resembled her tormenter. The stout man peered at her over his reading glasses sending shivers down her neck. She stared so long he asked if she had a question. Shaking her head she raced off to another area.
The art section was all new to her. It was tucked in the back beyond the cookbooks and home decor. She quickly grabbed a book and headed for a chair in the corner. She glanced around to insure she was alone before opening the book. Someone had left a scrap of paper marking page 138. Allie’s eyes went to the model posed for a figure drawing class. Instructions followed to draw the female body in a step by step format.
Allie closed the book, rushed to the librarian desk and presented her library card. “Art for the Ages” was hers for two weeks. She forgot her supermarket trip and scurried home. Her mind could not sort all the thoughts going on inside it. Hours later, she fell fast asleep with the book on her lap.
She woke during the night because the next morning her nightgown was still draped over the back of the chair. She snuggled under the covers as slowly she opened her eyes at 6:20am, as she did everyday. Today felt different to her. A smile rested on the edge of her lips. Realizing her thirst, Allie kicked the covers aside, found her slippers beside the bed and headed off to the kitchen.
On the table she saw the figure molded from old newspapers, twisted together with a mix of glue and water. It was 18″ tall and resembled her own dimensions. The coffee maker gurgled at 6:30am, as it does everyday. She turned to fill a mug, naked for the first time ever in her own kitchen.
Allie sat at the table sipping and staring at the sculpture. After pouring a second cup she began to finish the project. Like herself the scars were there but deep inside the healing had begun. She stopped to make a light lunch but went back to rubbing her hands over the sculpture to smooth the edges.
At 7:00pm she decided it was done. After her dinner she took a stroll in the garden and picked some vegetables ready to harvest. The evening breeze was soothing. She felt happy with her accomplishment but was weary. Allie was asleep soon after her head met the pillow. Her nightgown was still draped over the chair.
It’s a fun kind of lottery where art is sent among friends.
My entry for July’s “Wild Wild West” theme. I call this one “OK”. No, I mean the name of the art is “OK”. LoL
June’s theme was “Lightbulbs”. It was inspiring to see the many twists on the theme.
A single tear rolled down her face as the train pulled away from the station. As she looked back, she knew it would not be the only tears going forward. The small crowd on the platform continued to wave as they diminished from her view. Their overalls, faded by the sun and stained by hard work, were freshly washed just for the occasion of seeing her off this fine morning.
Elizabeth finally turned from the window. Her handkerchief was damp from dabbing the tears that continued to flow. She knew someday she could go back but it would never be like this trip. She pondered how her life would be different, feeling the changes that had already begun to transform her heart.
Three weeks prior she had arrived at the Dristle’s farm. Her mother had made arrangements with her old friend Olga for her stay. Olga stood on the porch as the transport from the train station dropped her off. Two suitcases were deposited on the old wooden front porch. Elizabeth’s eyes were open wide as she saw the disrepair of the dilapidated farmhouse. It was not yet noon but the sun was beating down on her head. She was thankful for her wide brimmed hat. Olga reached to hug her and whispered “oh Lizzy, I am so glad you are here. After lunch I will take you to meet him”. This was the first time Elizabeth had met Olga who worked at the farm as the cook and housekeeper.
Soon the family came in from the fields and the barn to have their midday meal. Olga introduced her to each of them. It seemed she would now be called Lizzie for the remainder of her time here. Olga had seen to that. Their meal was modest but Lizzie soon found that she enjoyed the company of Mr. and Mrs. Dristle and their children, ages 19, 17 and 12. The family dog rested under the table enjoying his break as well. Once finished each thanked Olga as they stood to head back out to their work. Lizzie stood and did the same although she was unsure what would happen next.
Mr. Dristle turned to Lizzie and said “let’s go take you to meet him now”. He turned to walk out the door and she followed him. His pace was quick but she was able to keep up, thankful the barn was not far away.
As soon as she entered the barn the stallion begin to neigh and bang his feet on the wooden stable. Mr. Dristle explained that no one could seem to figure out what was wrong with Luther. He seemed angry at times but sleepy and distant at others. Lizzie quickly stepped over to the stable. Luther peered at her from his left eye and watched her movements. She had brought along a bagful of her veterinary supplies, unsure she had the tools needed. It was all a mystery right now. The Dristles did not have the extra money needed to bring the vet to town to see Luther. They were so thankful when Olga suggested offering a visit from her southern friend’s daughter.
Lizzie quickly did a preliminary examination of Luther and found nothing unusual. He was allowing her to brush down his mane. She could not help but notice the soft feel of his hair. This indeed was a special animal. After an hour of examining she still had no answers. She called out for Mr. Dristle and he hurried back to the stable. Her findings did not please him. This had gone on for too long and the horse needed to be used for transportation to and from the local town. He had to be a working stallion to help pay for his keep. Lizzie persisted in asking Mr. Dristle about Luther’s history. He had come to this farm just a few months ago. Neighbors lost their farm to debtors and could no longer care for him. The other horses, cow and chickens were sold to pay off their debt.
The young veterinarian continued to spend time with Luther over the next few weeks. Luther had finally allowed the saddle and showed signs of settling down. Lizzie rode him down the road, being careful not to venture far since she did not know her way around the country area. A farmhouse appeared on the right. Another horse neighed from the distance and Luther immediately perked up. Lizzie had no choice and no control. Luther turned them in a trot towards the farm. There was a beautiful chestnut mare and Luther quickly nuzzled her head. When the farmer’s wife heard the commotion she ran outside from the kitchen. Lizzie explained who she was and what had happened. Together Lizzie and Mrs. Miller figured out that Luther had been lonely without his mate. Both horses had come from the same farm along with several chickens. Milly was a good horse but she had also seemed forlorn.
Each day Lizzie would ride Luther over to the Miller farm for a visit. Luther seemed to be coming back to his old self and Mr. Dristle was pleased to see the progress. It did not take long before Luther was helping out and pulling a wagon of crops into town several times a week.
Watching Luther and Milly really touched Lizzie. Her studies in college and then veterinary school had kept her nose in books, studying hard for exams and certifications. There had been no time for a beau. She had always been better with animals than people so she had avoided many social aspects in her life. Her mother and Olga had their own ideas and that is how she ended up in Montana talking to a horse.
The family applauded all that Lizzie was able to do with Luther. Lizzie felt like she had done nothing but she knew something inside her had changed. She longed to have the feelings that she watched Luther and Milly enjoying.
Finally the day came for her to return home. As she stepped off the train her mother waved. Quickly she walked towards her and together they stood on the platform waiting for her suitcases. Her mother asked “Elizabeth, how was your trip?” She responded that it was wonderful and told her just a bit about her adventures. There was time later for more explanation.
The next day she awoke feeling refreshed from her journey and ventured out for a walk in town. She stopped for lemonade and sat on the bench. A handsome man approached and asked “might I share the bench with you, miss? My name is Tom and I just opened my office a few blocks down.” She replied “yes, my name is Lizzy. My veterinary office is across town. I am taking a day off today.” Things were already starting to change.
It has been very exciting for me lately. Matata helped me to see that my artwork can be shared on t-shirts and water bottles and more. She is a giraffe who really is too fabulous to fit in but in a way she really does just that! Named after the giraffe at a small local zoo, she became my inspiration.
Matata is now available on t-shirts!!!!
Women’s Cut or Men’s T-shirt (black shirt)
Sizes S,M,L,XL $18 each
Sizes 2X and up are $2 more
Shipped via USPS Flat Rate Priority for $5.80
or you can pick up at Jersey Made!
All orders must be paid in advance and will be shipped no later than 2 weeks from date payment is received. Please message me on Facebook or email me at RecycledArtist83@gmail.com
Matata is original artwork copyrighted by Holly Doyle. It may not be used or altered without specific permissions. Thanks!
Just a few greeting cards I made for my Mom and sisters for Mother’s Day! Hand drawn and colored pencils. I still like making all my own.