Dream to reality

Oscar hadn’t had this dream in a long time, he was outside in the snow. His senses were flooded with joy. He stretched his arms out allowing the snow to hit every inch of him that it dared. The urge to strip off all his clothing over took him and there he was lying naked in the snow.

A voice called to him. It was a sweet sound filling his ears; whispering his name. Or did it? He rose up out of the snow, looking all around. There was no fear in him that someone would find him lying there. It was curiosity that compelled him to try to find the voice. After he realized he was hearing things, he closed his eyes and laid back into the snow. A warm touch froze his heart. As he looked around, he saw a knee on either side of him. The experience was intoxicating. He had never been drunk but could only imagine this was what it felt like. His vision was blurry and his head was spinning.

Warmth crawled up his back like he’d never known. He relaxed allowing the flood to overtake him. That touch. Where was it coming from? Did he really even care? He lay back as deep as he could. Enough to know he wasn’t on the ground. His ears pounded to the beating of his heart. Louder and louder. He couldn’t breathe properly. Each gasping breath was filled with the sweet taste of honeysuckle.

That touch. Those hands. The pounding in his ears became louder and louder still.

He opened his eyes to the silence of falling snow. There on either side of him were those knees. The warmth crawled up his neck. What was this? He moaned as he laid his head backwards. Every fiber of his body was on fire. Each snow flake melted before it reached him.

The pounding resumed in his ears. However, this time it was different, stronger, and more desperate than before.

Warm hands glided up his chest. Was this real? He thought his vision was blurry. The effort to focus on the landscape around his house wasn’t worth it. He just wanted to feel this.

It wasn’t an earthquake? Movement occurred under him. Fingers traced the inside of his thighs before enveloping him with gentle force. This had never happened in his dream.

“Ess,” he panted.

She took his ear lob into her hot mouth, teasing his ear with her tongue before whispering, “Merry Christmas.”

The End

Winter Season – Poetry & More

Trick Pony

Chet brought Duke by to visit Oscar.

“Hello sir.”

“Hi.” Oscar squeezed out. The medicine he was on impaired his ability to focus. He could barely hold his eyes open.

“Sheriff here told me what you said ‘bout me and I wanted to thank you.”

“What’d,” Oscar had to think hard about what he was going to say. “Did they decide?”

“I can’t go back to school. They kicked me out. I will have to get my G.E.D. I’m under house arrest until the hearing. Because of all the nice things you said, the county attorney is gonna try to get me parole and community service. Sheriff tells me that if I screw up next time I’m gonna go under the jail.”

“Duke,” was all Oscar got out before the medicine pulled him back under.

When he woke again, Esther and Chet were talking. Her smile was blurry.

“Hello.”

“Hi.” She leaned over and kissed him on the forehead. “The doctor says when you get up and walk around he will let you go home.”

He smiled a weak smile.

Oscar was sitting on the couch staring out the window at his beloved snow. Not even it could lift his spirits. His side stung. He wasn’t able to get Duke out of this mess. The relationship with his family was clearly over. Good, bad, hurtful, necessary all at the same time.

“Hot chocolate for your thoughts,” Esther handed him a cup of hot chocolate.

“I thought all the men that you knew that enjoyed hot chocolate were gay?” He teased.

“I know this amazing man; love him actually, that enjoys a good cup of hot chocolate.”

He smiled, “just reflecting on past events.”

“I’m sorry honey.”

He inhaled deeply at the contents of the cup. Too deeply, he closed his eyes concealing the sharp pain he had created. “What’s next?”

“For you to get well so I can shag you rotten.”

He got chocked, “really?”

“You know it.” She giggled. “There are so many things I want to do to you.”

“Like teach me a new way to eat oatmeal.”

She winked.

“When would you like to put the Christmas tree up?”

“Whenever you feel up to it?”

“You never did tell me why your nickname is trick pony.”

She blushed, “when I was a student at EKU, there was a local criminal everyone called Pony. The town rumor was that he had relations with a pony, hence the nickname. I was at the station when a domestic call came in. It was Pony. He barricaded himself in the house with a female and her 3 children. Two officers had already gotten shot by the time we got there. No one wanted to shoot inside the home. I talked the officer in charge into letting me try to talk to this fellow. No one liked the idea. But in the end, I did. I was an unarmed female. He thought it was hilarious that all these big brave cops sent a child (in his opinion) into the fire. He allowed me to approach the house. I sat under the window where he was, listening to his drunk rant for hours. All he wanted was for someone to listen to him. He went about it in the wrong way. But that’s what it all boiled down to. I kept his attention while the family was snuck out of the house. And he was arrested.

“Everyone started calling me Trick Pony because they said, ‘I tricked him’. I kept his attention focused on me and the conversation so they could do their jobs.” She sipped at her hot chocolate. He gave her a sheepish grin. “You think I’m making that up.” She playfully threw a marshmallow at him.

He shrugged, laughed and trying as best he could to dodge it. “You are something else.”

“I told you to stick with me, I’d change your life.” She winked.

Winter Season

Angry family

Friday evening Esther drove Oscar to the school board meeting. It was his intent to plead with the full board not to have Duke charged but to give him community service. He had already talked with the superintendent and several of the board members but had to take it to the full board.

He was still very sore but was doing better. He knew it would be a hard sell because the superintendent was irate about the matter.

On the steps to the school board building Oscar saw his nephew Larry. He sat down beside the small boy who looked like he had lost his best friend. “What are you doin’ here kiddo?”

He pushed a clump of mud around with his shoe. “I’s got in tro-ble in schoo.”

“How come?”

“Dis fuck calls me a tard so I calls him a fat fuck. He try to hit me. Him fat. Slow. I kick him in the balls. Fat fuck.” The little boy continued pushing around the clump of mud.

“What are you gonna do?”

“Maw says I got to pol-a-gize to fat fuck so they let me come back.”

“Doesn’t sound to me like you’re sorry.”

He jumped to his feet. “Why he call me tard? Dat not nice.”

“No, it’s not.” Oscar looked down at Larry’s feet. He was wearing a child size pair of cowboy boots. The once silver point guard was caked with mud. “Were you wearing those boots when you kicked the other boy?”

Larry grinned as he looked down at his feet. “Ball busters Dor say.”

“I know being called a name hurt your feelings. And it wasn’t nice. Those boots could have done some real damage to the other boy.”

Oscar could tell Larry was thinking. If he started to say something different, he stopped himself. Finally he blurted out, “vhat you do here?”

“It’s a long story.”

“Were yous whore?”

Oscar was in shock. “What?”

“Maw calls lady from Santa’s day whore. Wur she at?”

“Well Larry, first of all she’s not a whore and second who’s with you?”

“Piece of shit drive off on own. Dor run ater it. Maw gotta piss.”

About that time, the loud bang from a vehicle backfiring pulled Oscar’s attention to Doris droving Oat’s beat up old truck toward the building.

“Oh.” Oscar mindlessly voiced. He knew now why he didn’t have contact with his family. They were a hot mess. He didn’t mind the old truck. Old clothes. He grew up in the same environment. What his family had evolved into was beyond his ability to comprehend.

Esther was walking up the side walk talking to a uniformed state trooper he didn’t recognize.

In anticipation of her arrival, he stepped down to the bottom step to walk in with her. A shout startled him and he turned to see Priscilla as she hit him in the side. Had she been hiding in the bushes? “You da reason my mans a criminal now!” She hit Oscar where the tray had sliced him. “Fucker!”

He screamed falling to his knees. It was too late to protect himself. He could feel the blood running down his side. She got in three good licks before Esther and her friend could reach him. Chet came running out of the building as did Pam.

“Why Pussy do dat?” Larry asked as Pam hugged him up.

She glanced back at Oscar, “asshole. You get what you deserve.”

Chet put Priscilla in cuffs, read her her rights as he put her in a cruiser; bringing Esther his first aid kit.

Esther pulled up Oscar’s shirt. Not only had Priscilla reopened the wound, she had made it bigger.

“What?” Esther asked, “Was her purse full of rocks?”

Her state trooper friend opened the purse. “Yes.” At some point, she had emptied her purse and filled it full of gravel.

The sound of breaking glass startled everyone, Pricilla had managed to kick the bars over the back window loose, using them to bust out the back window. Still screaming profanity.

“Oscar,” she called his name. “Talk to me.”

“Ess,” he hissed.

“Chet called an ambulance. Just hang in there, okay.”

Winter Season

Happy Anniversary

Sunday morning Oscar was up long before Esther. The smell of breakfast wafted through the house. She smiled as he walked into the bedroom.

“Good mornin’ handsome.”

“Good mornin’ beautiful. Breakfast is served.” He stretched out his arms to help her out of bed. “I have a favor to ask.”

“Sure.”

“Close your eyes.”

She smiled, “okay.”

He led her out of the bedroom, into the kitchen. “Okay, you can open your eyes now.”  

The table was set for two and in the center of the table was a huge bouquet of flowers.

“Sweetheart, they are beautiful. What is the occasion?”

“What is today?” He asked as he pulled out her chair.

She gasped, “Dec. 1st. It is the day that I moved here.”

“Today makes one year since you entered my life.”

She giggled, “I told you to stick with me that I would change your life.”

“And you have.” He smiled.

Winter Season