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 Posted: Thu Dec 10th, 2009 06:32 am
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The suburban man
walked along, begrudged by his wife to
follow alongside her as they did their annual obligitory bit of charity shopping.

They had "adopted" a child for the christmas season, as they did the year before,
through a program at the wife's place of employment. 
They were seeking out the last of Sam's items, "Sam", a boy of approximately 6 years old,
of shirt size X, shoe size Y, and pant size Z, who wanted
books,
some toys, and
a bicycle
for christmas, a little more than a short week away.

The black Friday deals lined him decently with clothes for the winter and upcoming year,
as much as their "meager" budgets would allow, and had allotted for him a small number of toys,
yet no defining and explicitely requested gift: The bike. 

The perfect bike came about 3 days later, as the man was trudging along at his local
get-everything-cheap-here retail store, hoping to buy some ammunition as the type he had
for home protection was not the preferred kind.  He was avid about the defense of his home, his wife,
and his property, a man who refused to take anymore from the criminals that had robbed and wronged him
repeatedly in the past. His anger and passion allowed him no respite from his quest, be it justice or revenge.
He passed by the kids section and found
what looked to be the perfect bike:  A yellow "charge" with training wheels.  He knew this would
be the perfect size and look of bicycle for the tyke, and purchased it promptly, with a smile
of satisfaction while he joked about driving it home to the cashier, and as he manipulated it to fit in the trunk of his car.

Not many days after, as he laid in bed with his wife she mentioned that she had found
out some of Samuel's story. 
"Sam is from an orphanage" she said "One right in the city..."
"I didn't know they had them here, just foster homes and the like" he replied.
"well apparently this is just that: an orphanage."

As the man recalled images from the foster home that was nearby
his school when he was a child, he shook his head in disappointment
recalling how the children from "Elwood's" had been, and how they
had grown up.
"He will just grow up to be a criminal, some scoundrel swiping from others later in his life. 
Like all the rest, and there is nothing to be done for it"
as images of the men who had vandalized and stole from his vehicle only months before flashed in his mind.
At the pleasure they received from the unabashed and self-justified theft, and the promise of more
as his wife replied:
"Yes, but he will love his bike."

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 Posted: Fri Dec 11th, 2009 04:10 am
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Mana: 
Terrific one or two page short story. I loved it. I recommend everyone read it.

But it is posted under the guise of a poem.

Formatting does not make a poem.

Why?

But, thanks for the great story.

Love the title, by the way.

Best,

in media res

Last edited on Fri Dec 11th, 2009 04:18 am by in media res

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