Rubbish Day (part 3)

Thadd Presley

They were racing side by side, nearly eighty, west-bound on Crossville Highway towards the community of Deer Ledge when the Honda’s wheels lost traction and spun the car into the shoulder. It began to fish-tale wildly.

Jerald’s heart leaped into his chest.

 Just when it seemed the G-forces was going to take the car into a roll, a stroke of remarkable luck sat the car down hard. It swerved back into traffic, not far behind Jerald.

That was close enough for Jerold. He slowed to a normal speed and put his mind back on the task at hand. How this had gotten out of control, he didn’t know. But, it had gone too far and nearly ended the very important visit to his daughter’s new house in Crossville.

The visit was already going to be a bad situation and require a good helping of courage and decisive action. He was imperative he remained clear-headed. Not a word of his introduction could be out of character or his daughter would suspect his motives before he got the chance to fix her situation once and for all.

Once and for all, he thought.


ONCE because it was only going to take one time; and, FOR ALL, because he was doing it for everyone’s benefit.

Tears blurred his vision, as the thought of his daughter and possibly the shock of the near accident washed over him.

This was the reason he couldn’t get sidetracked. Any emotion would give him away. Any emotion, especially combined with the immense anger he had toward his daughter’s boyfriend, would be too much to control.

He shook his head, as if knocking down the thoughts that were beginning to stack in his head. He saw no need in letting them gather together and psyched him up before he needed their motivation.

So,needing a moment of peace, he pulled off the highway onto a narrow dirt road the locals referred to as Rocky Hollow. It was a rough drive on his Porsche, but he’d been down it before and was sure he could get in and out without much trouble.

As Jerald swerved his way around and through mud puddles, dark clouds blew in giving the woods a dark, fairy-tale atmosphere. A massive rock quarry lied ahead where he planned to park and walk off the tension growing in his back and shoulders.

He used to visit the quarry as a teenager and swim with friend, but he hadn’t actually been all the way to the ledge in over ten years. He’d smoked his first cigarette and drank his first swig of whiskey here over forty years ago.

He knew the area well and was looking forward to seeing the water again,but just as he got to the end of the hollow where it opened up enough for the sunshine to show through, he realized just how much it had changed.

At some point, the county had drained the water from the quarry and allowed everything down there to grow up into a neat contained forest.

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