My sister Laura was in a smallish, strangely shaped room with an amateur poet. I came in and asked if he knew any poems about banditos. He looked quizzical. I explained that I asked only because he was wearing a bandit mask. He said no at first but then remembered a poem not about banditos exactly, but something close. He started to recite it and my sister flirtaciously interuppted. I told her to shut up because I wanted to hear it. There was one line about pink sails unfurling, but I cant remember much else. I was at home with my family. Also, April Smith was there for some reason and Tyler Anytyler was there for no reason. Laura had heated herself up a pot pie. I got one outa the freezer for myself and then remembering I had guests, asked if anyone else wanted one. As I opened the microwave I felt as though this was a bad time to eat frozen pot pies because we were about to have some meal. At that moment, much to my surprise, my Dobson cousins came up the driveway. I was upset that the house was a mess. A asked Pops why he hadnt cleaned. He didnt say it, but I knew the answer was Why hadnt anyone else? Then I ran down the hall to my brother Timothys room to put some clothes on, because I just realized Id been in nothing but swimming trunks the whole time. It was nighttime and I was walking by the church van (big dark red type). There was an old woman I didnt recognize in the drivers seat. She beckoned me in. I unlocked the passenger door because the keys were in my pocket and I sat down and buckled up. She explained as she drove onto the highway that she had a problem switching gears. I told her I was sorry but I couldnt be much help since I always drove the van on automatic and never went over 55mph. She turned off onto a county road. She was going faster than 55. The road started to wind up hills and still she went faster. On one particularly sharp turn I warned her not to flip us, but half way through the my sentence, we were already halfway to being on our side. We began to roll down the hill. I was glad I was wearing my seatbelt. We kept rolling. I wondered if this would be coverec by the insurance. We kept rolling. She cried Whats going to happen? I replied with a chuckle that we were going to die. We kept rolling. We rolled for far longer then I thought was appropriate and I closed my eyes to try to keep from getting nauseous. We stopped rolling. It was a few moments before I processed this though. My eyes still closed, I felt that we were moving forward, but in a way much smoother than the vans old wheels were capable of. I suspected we were floating down a river, and when I opened my eyes, my suspicion was confirmed. I was relieved for a moment until I looked forward and saw that we were headed towards a waterfall! It was a waterfall spewing over the top of a dam and the strange thing was we were floating towards the bottom of it on a part of the river that should have been downstream of it. We were pretty far from the dam though, and the current was slow and gentle. Nonetheless, I and the old lady were in mortal if not immediate danger. I put my arm around her and asked if she could swim. She said no. It didnt really make a difference. I grabbed her tight, jumped in the water and swam to shore. A boy and his father were standing nearby and came to help us out of the water. They called me a hero, but I didnt think there was anything heroic about jumping off a deathraft. I looked down the river towards the old red van, and for the last time, I waved and said bye, bus
Posted on: Wed, 19 Mar 2014 07:06:41 +0000
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