A Friend in Deed is a Friend in Need
By
Robert J Gehrke
Robert J Gehrke
It was inevitable that this would happen. I knew it as sure as my life depended on it and I was going to fight this until my last breath. Here I was strapped down to this cold stainless steel type metal table. I was very sure someone I only thought I really knew once would soon visit me.
It’s hard to believe, but I thought he really did kind of like me. Each time he visited me it was both physically and mentally challenging. Whenever he came to see me he expanded my mind past my limits, and many times my body exceeded normal every day expectations too. I’m sure he enjoyed his work. At least with people like me his life had some variety. I thought he must have a somewhat dull life here where he lived.
This dwelling he called his home was not well lit. It had no windows to speak of. It smelled musty, and it was very much unkempt. Clothes and shoes lay around the floor, and the place looked dirty and dinghy. What could he still see in me after all these years? As I lie here fading in and out of lucidity, I started to think back on how this all began.
Was I three years old, or was I about four? I’m trying to recall. As I think back I still remember the charming little apartment my parents and I had just moved into. We had only been in the little five-room apartment a few months when this all began to unfold. We moved across the country to this small town from another state so my father could find work. He had found a job at the local lumber mill, and we were all settling down to a regular life of living in the 1950’s.
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It’s hard to believe, but I thought he really did kind of like me. Each time he visited me it was both physically and mentally challenging. Whenever he came to see me he expanded my mind past my limits, and many times my body exceeded normal every day expectations too. I’m sure he enjoyed his work. At least with people like me his life had some variety. I thought he must have a somewhat dull life here where he lived.
This dwelling he called his home was not well lit. It had no windows to speak of. It smelled musty, and it was very much unkempt. Clothes and shoes lay around the floor, and the place looked dirty and dinghy. What could he still see in me after all these years? As I lie here fading in and out of lucidity, I started to think back on how this all began.
Was I three years old, or was I about four? I’m trying to recall. As I think back I still remember the charming little apartment my parents and I had just moved into. We had only been in the little five-room apartment a few months when this all began to unfold. We moved across the country to this small town from another state so my father could find work. He had found a job at the local lumber mill, and we were all settling down to a regular life of living in the 1950’s.
Sample text complete. To read more go to Amazon. com and order my book by Robert J Gehrke "Terrifically Twisted Tales." You can order the book on Amazon Kindle and Paperback at Amazon.com. I hope you enjoy the book.
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