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Tuesday, January 28, 2003
This one is for sure pulled from thin air. I haven't edited it or anything. I opened up the blog page and went to writing and this is what came out.A heavy, metal door opens up to a frigid dawn and two men stroll out. The door is shut behind them just as soon as their feet hit the ground. Will, a man in his late sixties was wearing an all-blue jumper. He had lead a rough life, his skin was rough, his hands were worked bare and his face was grizzled from days of letting his shaving routine slide. None of that mattered anymore. Wayne, on the other hand, was a clean-cut gentlemen. His hair was combed back and always had a very wet look to it. He kept to himself, mostly. Nobody minded, that was just Wayne being Wayne.
"Cigarette?", Will said with an outstreched hand.
"Can't. You know that."
"Yeah, I sure do. Hey, Wayne, you know what I love about being up this early? Do ya? Guess."
"No clue."
"It's like being all alone with the world. Like, like God created it all for you and you're just standing here appreciating it before anyone else arrives to mess it up. It's gorgeous, Wayne, it really is."
Will looked over at his morning companion to notice him not even really paying attention, but that didn't bother Will. This was his morning, created for him. The two men stood in silence for awhile, Will watching his breath roll out in a miniature cloud in the cold morning air. He suddenly shuddered, partially because it was nearly ten degrees below zero and partly because, with a single breath he could see his own mortality.
"Looks like this morning's sunrise is going to be a good one. See how moist the air is? That's really gonna give us a show."
Wayne looks at Will and slowly looks away, "It sure looks that way."
Minutes pass and the sun wakes and spills it's rays upon the earth, flowing into Will. It warmed the air around him, making him shiver less, but his breath was still very evident in front of his face.
"God, Wayne, this is spectacular. I don't think I could've ever asked for anything more. Look how God's painted those rays. Look now, I'm not kidding. I don't want you missing out."
Wayne looked preoccupied. Will didn't mind, he understood why. This had to be a tough day for anyone.
Looking over at his clean-cut companion, "Look, you gotta get the damned guilty look off of your face and enjoy this with me. This is mine and I'm sharing it with you. Would you just look at the damned sunrise? I don't remember RSVP-ing to your pity party." Will chuckled at his own joke.
"Alright, Will, I'll look with ya. Pipe down." Wayne looked on at the sunrise, confused a bit by Will's words.
"I tell you what, this is beautiful. Can't you just feel the warmth on your face? Isn't it fantastic? All that warmth, just for you, nobody else is out here stealing our warmth and God has given it all to us. Hey, you got a cigarette I can bum?"
"No." He said frigidly, hating that word.
"Yeah, I understand."
"Look, it's getting kinda late and the sun has already risen. The guards are letting the other prisoners out now for their morning exercise in the yard and I've got to get over there. We're low on staff today, what with......",Wayne cut himself off.
"Yeah, my 'big day', so to speak. I tell ya Wayne, I won't ever hold this against you. You know it? When I get up to Heaven, ain't nothing you've ever done gonna make me mad. We're friends from here on out."
"That's real nice Will, I appreciate it."
Wayne grabs the chain of metal connecting Will's two wrists with his hand and moves him one hundred and eighty degrees around. He presses a buzzer on the door.
"Thanks for sharing my last sunset with me, Wayne. It was real nice."
Wayne looks away, ashamed and calls out "Death row inmate number 304832 coming in from solitary exercise. Clear the halls. Dead man walking.".He suddenly gets a panicked look upon his face.
"Ha, boy, you weren't suppose to say that until we take our other walk today. But hey, no hard feelings, we're friends, right?"
"Yeah, right, friends.".
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