The Silver Cross
Chapter 7
Now this story may seem like the normal troubles that lay hidden underneath your average docile city folk of "anytown" USA but when the winds blow up off the gulf of Mexico and reach high into the stratosphere then down comes a twister that leaves destruction and death within it's wake.
No one seems to know what starts these twisters but when they come people take cover homes are ripped to shreds and things will fall where they may. Glenville was prime for this twister of wills and the way this would all play out still leaves one to wonder if there is not some sort of mischievous devil that lurks in the shadows of the people unawares.
This devil churning the winds and driving people to the ends of their own means. This twister was not made of wind but it was spurned on by the evil intent that consumed all that was sacred. That no matter how we try there is no escape, this hand is destined to be played out on the poker table of life. Yet, they are all playing against a royal flush... Thought they are all bluffing and it is only a matter of time before they are called upon to lay down their cards. We must all take our chances with the dealer of misfortune...
There was Jimmy and Janet, Billy and Thom, and Sheriff Bruster, all teetering on the edge between life and death. Then there was Brenda's hardships and young Charlie's troubled mind seeking refuge in a world spinning and sweeping them away into total chaos and confusion.
This was only the calm before the storm and this storm would rage on until the piper had played upon his pipe and the devil, had been given his day.
There was a corruption that was only as distant as the intent that was building toward it's inevitable climax. Like poor Stanley fried to that telephone pole dangling there in mid air like a marionette by his harness. They were are all fried and dangling by the puppetry of their own devise. They were led repeatedly to the truth but still made the same poor choices until it was too late and the only chance to survive was swept away, twisted by their own tomfoolery.
Was innocence to be swallowed up by the criminally minded? What evil lurked down the old dirt roads and within the Glenville prison? What gossip was Brenda Martin tightlipped about? There were the shadows that dodged in and out of reality. There were the skeletons in the closets and the bastards buried in the back yards...
There were those strange folk that lived out in those blue hills where dirt roads turned into foot paths that went into the holy roller country where only the initiated knew to venture.
This was backward country that had a life and tradition all its own. There were rumors of spirits that haunted the blue hills and ghosts of the living dead wandering the Glenville cemetery.
This only added to the general unease and mystique that pervaded the subconscious of the Glenville residents. This was a place where darkness was never chased away by the morning sun but sat dauntingly in the shadows of the hills and paths that would summon their way up and dance like rumors whispered in the breeze.
Where judgment came swift as the judges gavel at the Glenville County Courthouse and no escaped their trials and tribulations...
Eric Pedersen (rexred)
Copyright 2005
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