Mister Johnson: Short Stories

W. G. Sweet #KindleUnlimited

This is a new collection of short stories. They are not similarly themed and include, #Western (The title story), #apocalyptic #horror #scifi #drama and more. Six stories total…

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MISTER JOHNSON: Short Stories

Copyright 2024 W. G. SWEET, All rights reserved, domestic and foreign

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Only In Dreams

ONE

Doctor Alan Meiser’s office

Tuesday: Late Afternoon

“How are you doing, Joseph?” Alan smiled at me. We had spent a few weeks since the accident getting to know one another. He was working to get me to open up. Talk it all out. Get past it.

“Good… Better, I think.”

“Yes? … Well, that is good then… feel up to talking about it?”

“It?”

“The accident?”

“Um… Okay… I…”

“Just start from start, where ever that may be for you,” he told me.

“Okay. I… Well, It was early evening when the phone rang…”

The Accident

“I got it,” I said. Bobby’s excited voice sounded in my ear as I picked up the phone. I tried to speak, but gave up after a second. Instead, I just called out the news to Ann as Bobby told me. Sort of play by play with my own little spin.

“Bobby asked Sarah to do something, honey… I don’t know what,” I said. “It might have been sexual,” I added.

“Asshole,” Bobby said.

“It had something to do with her asshole,” I called out.

“Double Asshole,” Bobby said laughing.

Ann padded in from the bedroom smiling. I held up one finger.

“Bobby asked Sarah to marry him?” I said.  “Holy crap, he popped the question,” I said amazed.

“About time,” Ann said, “She said yes?”

“Yes, of course, she must have, but he hasn’t said what she said.” I listened.

“Stupid,” Ann said. “Of course she said yes.” Ann took the phone away from me. “It’s about time,” she said. “Uh huh, Uh huh. Put the boss on… You think you are. Now put the real boss on…” She waited… “Finally,” she said once Sarah was on the phone.

I was floored. I thought Bobby would never get married. I hadn’t seen it coming. “Honey,” I said; she looked over at me.  “We should go celebrate!” I mouthed.

“Hey, Sarah, we should go celebrate. Joe and I decided to have a baby today… Today… Nope… No, I wouldn’t kid you… Yeah… We have to… You guys are getting married! Getting married! And we’re going to have a baby as soon as I can get pregnant… You bet I am,” she laughed. “Today… I’m not wasting time… No… No… We’ll pick you up… We’ll go out dancing… We have to, I won’t be able to dance in a couple of months and you’ll be an old settled down married lady… Wow… Wow… Do you realize our lives are changing right now… Forever? Hey, for real, we’ll have to enjoy ourselves tonight… Love you too, we’ll come get you in… Oh yeah… Yeah… Okay, two hours… Okay… Okay,” she hung up and looked at me with a huge smile on her face.

“We have two hours… This would be the best night to start a baby,” she told me as she took my hand and lead me toward the bedroom.

Early Morning

I Shifted in the chair and then looked at Doctor Meiser. He motioned for me to continue and smiled reassuringly.

“I was the designated driver, I had two drinks early and then I drank coke for the rest of the night. The girls danced all night while Bobby and I sat at the table and talked about how much our lives had changed since we were little kids growing up in the same neighborhood. The last dance was a slow dance and we all got up to dance. It had been a long day. It felt so good to hold Ann close as we danced…”

We left early morning after last call and headed out of the city. As we sat idling at a crosswalk, Ann and Sarah giggling and talking excitedly, a young woman with mascara running down her too-pale face staggered into the crosswalk, stumbled into the passenger side fender and sprawled across the hood. After a brief second she straightened back up and made her way around the car. Her long black hair hung listlessly around her face as she finally negotiated the car and the rest of the crosswalk. I shook my head. The light changed and I put her out of my mind.