AlabamaJack
eXtreme
The night was dark and dank around the old home place. No where in sight were my children and my wife had been gone for over 5 years. Christmas can be a lonely season without someone to share everyday experiences.
Rumaging through the attic, I found a box labeled “Hell on Wheels”. Not remembering what it was, I opened it and found pictures from the past of myself in my younger days. There was also a clear plastic bag of red powder. It had the consistency of dust but when I opened it I remembered where it came from. It was made from a gift from someone named anonymous.
Years ago I had tried gardening but the only thing I could grow was weeds. Just holding the bag took me back to another time. A time of joy, a time of peace, a time of a wondrous slow paced life. Friends I had met sent me seeds of unknown origin so being the curious one, I planted them. The seeds sprouted with vigor and grew with a fervor for life. When the fruit reached a full, deep dark red coloration, I picked them all. I tried roasting them, grilling them, smoking them, frying them, boiling them, drying them, and finally grinding them after they were dried. Now I remember. Wow is all I can say.
I wet the tip of my finger, put it in the powder and touched my tongue. After a few minutes of agonizing heat, a feeling of euphoria, a feeling that could even be described as a state of ecstasy came over me. I forgot about my loneliness and revelled in the bliss of an old remembered time of joy.
May your holidays be filled with joy and acts of kindness.
Merry Christmas to all.
Rumaging through the attic, I found a box labeled “Hell on Wheels”. Not remembering what it was, I opened it and found pictures from the past of myself in my younger days. There was also a clear plastic bag of red powder. It had the consistency of dust but when I opened it I remembered where it came from. It was made from a gift from someone named anonymous.
Years ago I had tried gardening but the only thing I could grow was weeds. Just holding the bag took me back to another time. A time of joy, a time of peace, a time of a wondrous slow paced life. Friends I had met sent me seeds of unknown origin so being the curious one, I planted them. The seeds sprouted with vigor and grew with a fervor for life. When the fruit reached a full, deep dark red coloration, I picked them all. I tried roasting them, grilling them, smoking them, frying them, boiling them, drying them, and finally grinding them after they were dried. Now I remember. Wow is all I can say.
I wet the tip of my finger, put it in the powder and touched my tongue. After a few minutes of agonizing heat, a feeling of euphoria, a feeling that could even be described as a state of ecstasy came over me. I forgot about my loneliness and revelled in the bliss of an old remembered time of joy.
May your holidays be filled with joy and acts of kindness.
Merry Christmas to all.
