Fiction
Gasping for breath and gripping the edge of the bed, Isac laid sweat soaked devoid of covers frozen in terror from the nightmare, which recently began to recur with an alarming frequency. Eyes darting wildly, searching for something, anything, which might provide some comfort for the flood of tears that, came with realization that it had only been a nightmare. A nightmare stemming from a reality he could not escape. The reality where he had lost his father and became the man of the house. The horrible nightmare always began with his desperate attempts to reach his father, but the excruciat-ing pain in his back and his inability to move his legs no matter how hard he tried prevented him from reaching his father to stop the life blood from ebbing from his limp body, and ended with Isac abruptly waking with a flood of emotions which tore at his very soul. The auto accident had not only ripped away a fa-ther he had loved with all his heart, but had taken his abil-ity to be as he saw it, a normal person. The nerve damage as a result of a broken back was the cause of his being paralyzed from the waste down, and doomed him to a life in a wheelchair. Anger welled up in him at his helplessness, unable to help his father, powerless to g
"I'll start getting the den set up." Mark Watson, our game guide for tonight, sixteen years old and in his first year of high school lived down the street from Sam. Mark was the bully of the block until he entered high school. The big fish in the little pond found himself the little fish in the lake, what a dose of re-ality. He seemed to want some kind of redemption and our group of game players needed his imagination so we gave him a chance. We achieved a new level of excite-ment in our gamming sessions with Mark's insight and treachery. "Ya, my mom helped." "I hope it is easy." "Thanks mom, we'll try not to be to late." Sam's dad was some corporate executive and al-ways seemed to be away. Sam was his only remaining true friend, never looking down on him or treating him like he was a crip-ple. Sam always knew when to help, not too much, not too little, but just the right amount. He always knew the right things to say, some clever quip to lighten the mood, or a quick jib to get things moving. Sam was just Sam. There was a light rapping at the door and a soft voice " Isac are you awake? Its time to get up. Looks like it is going to be a beautiful day."
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Approximate Word count = 2043
Approximate Pages = 8 (250 words per page double spaced)
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