Never talk to a stranger

Just words

                      Never talk to a stranger

The last tavern on the Austin, Texas street "fifth street".  Low music and people seeking conversation. Pretty lady sat with me and she ordered a double shot of Jim Beam and a cold tap beer. I saw her painted face hiding bruises and her lower lip scarred. I told the bartender. I will buy this lady her drinks. If she likes. She turned to me. She looked me over from foot to face. She asked me. "I'm bad company stranger. I had a bad day and a real bad night. Tonight I need to hide in the whiskey and wish for a new life."  I smiled and I told her. Life is fair my new friend. My name is Johnnie and I know karma is a deadly payback. Losers and abusers will pay the undertaker of debt one day..

She laughed at my words and she reached out her hand and she told me. "My name is Jeny and I guess we are not strangers no-more. You can buy me this drink and maybe another? I do need a kind voice and someone to listen to me. I reached a dead-end. I can't go home and be safe. I have no place to go. Only back to my personal hell." The stranger smiled and he told her. The taverns are where we can confess our pain and sin. Men who abuse women need to receive equal payment. She laughed at my words and she told me. " I wish life was fair. Cold hearten men who just know abuse and hate. Woman, like me are at fault. We knew the man we gave everything to was filled with hate and abused us when dating. We deserve our ending."

Johnnie ordered another double shot of whiskey and a fresh cold beer. He watched her eyes. He saw abuse all his life. He saw she was reached her end. She went to the tavern bathroom. He looked in her purse and he found a loaded 22 pistol and note. A suicide note. The note stated. "I'm tire and I can't do this no-more. Death will be sweeter than life with you Robert. I'm sorry" He found her license and memorized her address. She returned and she saw the change in my face. She asked me. "Are you okay Johnnie? Did I do something wrong?" He reached over to her and he hugged her. He whispered. Jeny, you will be okay. I promise. They talks for two hours. She was going to be a teacher and once had a strong family. Her husband wouldn't allow the family near. She was lock-up and alone. Johnnie told her. I have a quick mission and I will return in less than a hour. Can you wait? Jeny smiled and she told him okay.

Johnnie went outside and the anger was alive and well. He hated men who abuse and harmed woman. He went to Jeny's house. A 10 minute drive. A apartment complex. He went to apartment 15 and he saw the door was not fully closed. He open and he closed the door. A man yelled. "Where you been b***h? I'm going to beat your a*s till you cannot move. You trying to escape me you dirty b***h." The man faced Johnnie. Johnnie kick in his knees first, than a fist into throat. Robert fell to the ground. He stomped both hands and knees. Johnnie went to the floor and he whispered into his fearful face. The Devil dances at the midnight hour. The devil get his due on earth and in hell. Today I won't kill you. If you harm Jeny again. I will do the devil dance on your lonely grave. Johnnie rose-up and tossed the house phone to Robert. He left him crying and swimming in his own blood coming slowly out of his throat.

Jeny was happy when Johnnie returned. She smiled and she told him. I decided to call my parent. They told me to come home tonight. My brother is coming to pick me up now and I must thank you for giving me the confident. Johnnie smiled and he told her. This is very good and he took her purse. He took out the gun and the note. He empties out the shells and he put the gun in his pocket and the tore-up the note. Jeny gave him a sad smile and she told him. I thought death was sweeter than life. When did you know? He embraced her and he whispered. Robert won't try to stop you. Sometime when a stranger comes. We need their words and their help. Go home and pack. He gave her a envelope with some money and put the money in her hands. Just a gift from a new friend.

Jeny kissed Johnnie face and his hands. She left him with a kind reward of a forgotten smile. Jeny went home and she found Robert on the floor bleeding. Broken legs and hands make using the phone impossible. She called the police and she went to Robert. She went to her knees and he whispered. ""The devil dances at midnight. Please forgive me Jeny." The police came and she told them she was drinking at the Tavern till 2am. Her brother came and she told him the story of this kind man. The brother's eyes became fearful. "I told you often. Never talk to strangers. You are protected by ancient spirit. Our Apache heritage is strong and I believe I prayed for the stranger to teach you. No-one will harm you."

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Author's Note

Just words.

Reviews

[Lorry]

If we never spoke t strangers, how would we meet new friends like Johnnie? Sometimes, fate does shine, letting karma do her thing, and sometimes that karma can be better than any lotto win could ever be. It can give fresh starts when all that is seen are road blocks ahead. Nicely captured tale Coyote, let's hope karma and fate were reading too and give more the break they need.

[Coyote Poetry]

I agree Nemo. Thank you for reading and the comment.

[Raylene]

I've come to learn strangers can be kind , I remember once I had left my wallet in my car and a man paid for my food I got at the gas station. I never forgot that I can relate to jeny sometimes we need a strange to help us in life.

[Coyote Poetry]

You are right. Sometimes a stranger appeared for a reason. Thank you Raylene for reading and the comment.

[Raylene]

Anytime my friend

[Raylene]

Anytime my friend

[ReedWrite]

Nice words. Great story.
Karma waits for those who senselessly harm others...and sometimes karma works through strangers who enter our lives to help us find ourselves...this was a beautiful story.

[Coyote Poetry]

I believe when we are at our worth. Help will come. Thank you for reading and the comment.

[W R Stowe]

are you sure its not a short story instead of a poem?Good advise none the less

[Coyote Poetry]

You are right. My epic style of writing. Never-ending tale.

[W R Stowe]

Like life itself also a never ending tale

[Ted Kniffen]

A good story, John. This could be expanded a bit I think, but it does stand well on its own. A good write.

[Coyote Poetry]

You are right. I was thinking the same things and thank you Ted for reading and the comment.

[Sean M. Addams]

Very heartfelt and nicely done . I liked this alot .Overall a very amazing write!

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Sean. I appreciate the comment.

[Sean M. Addams]

No problem

[barleygirl]

I love that this story is much more complex & compelling than many of your other stories. Of course, I love your sweet love stories, but this one is also a refreshing change becuz of the truth you speak about domestic abuse. Your characters are well-developed & I understand their feelings & motivations as you show us their actions toward each other. Everyone who has had their self-confidence smashed needs a friend to help her believe in herself again.

[Coyote Poetry]

You are right dear friend. Easy to fall down and hard to rise-up. Thank you for reading and the comment.

[Valentine]

Not just words John, a sad story that happens to often here and around the world. I love how you bring your Indian heritage into so much of your tales. You are much more American than most of us. Valentine

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you dear friend for reading and the comment. Sometime wishes can come true when we find a dead-end.

[ajelly]

Wow, I got lost in that story. It had a very redemptive quality as you convey in many pieces, and it is beautiful to read.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you my friend. I appreciate the comment.

[D Connolly]

Robert got just what he deserved!

[Coyote Poetry]

Yes he did. Woman must defend themselves or escape.