Let's Say Henry was Surprised

It was the first time anyone had made the effort to visit Henry. He was a bedridden recluse, due to an extremely bad auto accident. He had begun by shutting out the world, a little each day, until the world begun to ignore Henry.

It had been a miserable existence with no friends, no family and no one thinking of him in any good or positive terms. Henry became more than fine at the idea of having no one bother him or call upon him as he withdrew more until most forgot Henry.

It was while Henry was feeling less than enthused or less than jovial, a package arrived one rainy day with a typed written note. The day things were to become less than acceptable and more worried that the note would be figured out, and the past would become a present-day reality.

It would be something that happened not so much in his early childhood, but with his own father, grandfather and several other notorious family members who were known to use violence to resolve the unwelcomes in many ways. Such an event was witnessed around the age of 10, by Henry and he had never spoken of this before.

Even when Henry was capable to handle his own past problems, he always bragged about no one who knew, would never tell where the bodies were buried at. The past was meant to continuously be buried, but this note or hate letter proved that to be futile. The one moment would be remember for nothing else, Henry indirectly and directly involvement, that led to the disappearance of Justice Refined, the local sheriff, who had many dead people's blood stains on his hands.

Justice was never known to turn down a bribe or a payoff for services, was known to be the cause of such criminal activity that plagued the town and those who were old enough to remember what it was that had taken place, in 1956, around August, near the old mill press barn. The stains of blood and other remnants left behind, were there but not well hidden from plain sight.

Henry was born under a full moon and was suspect to all the noises that played tricks on your mind late into the deep Southern moonlight. The Receivers' were mortal enemies of the Deceivers, who both were known to play tricks on people and make mischief in the town that was once like New York City, the city that never sleeps.

The sleeping bug bite them all on the asses and the begin to fall prey of the aftermath, with no guns blazing, just endless sleep and never waking up once more. The beginning of the end made the town hysterical, panicking and not aware that it started with a simple question on the local radio station call in market. Only one problem was seen from that part, the radio station had been firebombed in the early 1950's and no one had decided to rebuild. It was plain to see that no one was willing to make this happen once more.

Henry's family and past ancestors were part of some illegal game of cat and mouse, with champagne flowed, the blood spilled easiest at night, and the paperwork never saw the light of day. It was either burned up or lost enroute to the court to be spoken about by one of the many judges who recently met a horrible death.

The townspeople were taking sides while the middle was filled with the dead and no one wanting to take sides, even though the medium strip was not in a straight line ever. It made most quit writing and regret the idea of writing for a newspaper in the first place. How lame!!

Then the last of the city/town council were not too ready to either die for their own beliefs or to be bribed and caught with the blood money tightly gripped in their cold dead hands, being handcuffed or being placed in a hearse for burial. The one town operator, was trying to keep up with the calls placed, not knowing the phones service machine was bugged by an outdated local law enforcement, that was made of several World War II and Korean War veterans, the numbers dwindled each year or so when one of them passed away and fewer went to the funeral event.

Then the militia from four surrounding towns were jealous of being kept out of the loop and decided to run amuck in the town that claimed to be the starter of all trouble. It made the locals steaming mad and furious. They met them on the edge of town, with weapons of all forms and in any fashion. They were met by the town's wives and a fight ensued.

As the fight escalated, the ripping off of metals and homemade food items were seen as far away one could see without their glasses. The blind were sightless. The deaf were without hearing and the mutes had no voices to be used for their own vow of silence. No one complained about the silence because it had never been a part of the town and its residence.

The time had come for those who were anti this and anti that, to unite in the idea of peace, but no peace came. Instead, it was made to use and to be reinforced completely. To violate of any or all of this was to be taken less seriously and more as a joke. It would cause the moderns to become violent. The scared screamed in agony of things being violated and abused. The ones who were neither concerned or willing to concede, had guns loaded and pulled to go a blazing into a dark foggy night.

The ancients were never up to date. They lived in a less modernized past, one that was rode on by a cowboy and with hesitation or resistance. They never traveled a gravel road or stopped to pick up hitch hikers because they smelled deeply and refuse to shower.