A Trip To The ParkA Chapter by Cherrie PalmerCocooned in nadirs of black Fern slumbered, silence swaddled her in perfect rest. Adrenaline now spent, she and her pillow fell in harmony with ease. The depths of her two-hour nap waned slowly stripped away by; tt, tt, … tt, …tt. Faraway sounds detached yet another layer of rest. Beneath her eyelids, the dense void of unconsciousness now swam with swirling tides of color, as neurons fired. Hot breath rested on her neck, prickling fine, downy hairs, bursting her listlessness, leaving her most aware. Fully awake but eyes closed, she battled panic to keep her breathing even, until that familiar touch of wet-cold tapped her chin, followed by Dane’s front paws and whimper. Bringing them to where our story began a trip to the park.
-------------Ted and Jamie split ways,-------------------
All leads and ideas were exhausted. Ted returned Jamie to his own vehicle. The corporal would gratefully head to his house. He’d collect clean cloths and forty winks. Once the make-shift team had split-up, each would follow their own leads and their own line-of-reasoning. As a rule, I.A. is seen as the enemy. However, after graduation, Jamie’s training officer had been a much younger Sergeant Ted Spears, and the two men have been tight ever since. Often, they use each other as a sounding board. For now, Ted would head back to his office to comb over his statements looking for either a common thread or that standout element. Either way, Ted’s afternoon would be full. Jamie, on the other hand, was having a wild card moment, seeing how he was; tired, hungry, and a smart man. He took the long way home via the park.
Jamie couldn’t help but wonder what Fern might be doing at this very moment. His mind danced around the notion of what she might be up to; sleeping, painting, cooking-after all the man was starving. As he rounded the corner to the art school, the park came into focus. Jamie busted out in a full belly-laugh. The woman had built a snowman, and this figure looked like his father. She had begun a second snowperson, that he assumed would be Edith, his mother. He really never intended to stop, but now that Fern and three neighborhood kids had seen him, what else could he do.
“Don’t you ever sleep,” She asked.
“I was going to ask you the same question,” Jamie said, “Anyway, I was going to make a stop at ‘Mac’s’ for a short stack.”
“What, that’s ridicules’ I make the lightest, fluffiest pancakes for miles. Plus, I have real maple syrup from home.”
“Well then, we better hop to it cause I’m starving,” Jamie said.
“Okay, you three, you’re on your own. I’ll catch you all later, I have a date.”
The three kids grumbled at the loss of their star designer, but they recuperated quickly as a snowball fight took its place. Jamie was just about to close the door leading to her stairs when a snowball pelted him in the back of the head. The man spun on his heels, but the guilty parties were no were to be seen. As the outer door closed, a falsetto could be heard saying, “I have a date.” Followed by an even higher voice repeating, “no, I have a date.” Jamie stifled a laugh, but he could not help himself as he said, “no, I have the date.” As they entered the small apartment, Fern pointed to the dining table chair. Jamie found a seat in front of a masterfully etched design. It felt like glass, the only disturbance in this cherry-stained beauty were the four pine trees. Each pine had its own corner. They narrowed to a fine point giving it a starburst effect.
In the corner of the room, Fern had quickly hung up her snow gear. She was an exciting combination of woman and child. She had an ease about her that Jamie admired. He no longer looked at the table as he studied this open-faced book that paced in front of him.
Cabinet doors opened and closed, while ingredients were assembled, and in minutes a tall order of pancakes rested in the center of the table. Jamie couldn’t remember when he had enjoyed a meal better. “I could make this a habit.”
“Well, then, after your shift, how about French toast tomorrow, about 7:30?” © 2020 Cherrie PalmerAuthor's Note
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Added on January 20, 2020Last Updated on August 30, 2020 AuthorCherrie PalmerSpringfield , MOAboutI am a published poet and love poetry. After a lifetime of country living, I'm making a move back to town. I find my surroundings a great inspiration to me. I also have two books on Amazon Kindle: .. more..Writing
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