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Needles Mark; The arm moves silently in the night dece
Topic Started: Tue Apr 11, 2006 9:03 pm (407 Views)
blairtime
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Needles Mark
By Moni

Warning: Not beta'd and I can't spell.

Disclaimer: I disclaim all my bills...what that doesn't
work here??? Okay I own nothing but my love for the
characters.

The arm moves silently in the night descending until
the needle it carries make contact .

***

The cool spring breeze passes thru the open window. Gently it

moves the thin cotton curtains causing them to bellow and twist in

the night. The residents of the house have long since retired for

the evening but for some strange reason she wakes. Listening she

hears nothing but rises anyway pulling on the worn robe she left

at the foot of the bed. Her husband grumbles slightly at the loss

of the warmth but doesn't wake.



She doesn't bother turning on the overhead lights as she
ascends the wooden staircase. She has made this midnight trip

thousands of times. It is true that he is not a little boy

anymore,

and he doesn't like being treated like one. It is also true that

mothers never stops worrying about their babies. Turning the

doorknob as quietly as she can she opens her sons door. The room

is filled with a eerie green glow. The source of the light comes

from his newest acquisition. It is not surprising that it has

found its home on his bedside table.

Reaching out she touches his forehead, the low-grade fever he

was

running at dinner has risen. Gently she brushes the sweaty locks

back and places a kiss where her hand has briefly rested. He looks

so young that it is hard to believe that he will be turning

fifteen soon. They years have passed to quickly.

Once nothing but sports memorabilia covered his bedroom walls,

now it competes for space against posters of the hottest swimsuit

models and rock bands. There are still a few cherished model

planes hanging from the ceiling, and model cars on the

bookshelves. It is not enough to ease the fact that the toys and

books of his childhood have been replaced by various electronics

and car mags.

Running her hand thru his hair one last time she worries that

something is seriously wrong.

****
The sudden brightness of the overhead light wakes both of the

rooms occupants in an instant. Sitting upright they struggle to

focus they're eyes.

"Momma....Daddy" Although the voice had changed over the years
the pleading tone of their child begging them to make it better is

plain to her ears.


She is by his side in seconds, her husband pausing only long

enough to pull on a pair of jeans.

"Sweetheart, what's wrong." She can tell he's white as a ghost.
Sweating and shivering at the same time.

"My stomach is killing me." He doesn't have the words out of his

mouth before a sharp pain in his stomach caused him to double over

and grasp his right side, his knees buckling at the same
time.

"Hiram, I think it's his appendix."

"I think your right, We need to get him to the hospital.
I'll Get him to the truck while you get dressed."
With the strength of a man use to doing a hard days work
Hiram lifts his son and rushes thought the farm house.


Rushing from the farmhouse moments later she doesn't stop to lock

the door. Her baby is waiting, he needs her.


****

Upstairs the green light continues to glow.
The arm moves silently in the night descending until
the needle it carries make contact with the album
and the sound of music can be heard faintly from the discarded

headphones.




Authors note: This story was inspired by a memory. Around 1980 my older

sister received a stereo for Christmas. It was

Awesome...Complete with turntable and 8 track tape player and a

set of headphones that looked like they belonged in a shooting

range <we are talking HUGE people>. We would lay in her room with

the lights off just listening to albums at night. The only light

in the room the green glow from the radio dial. Then last night I

was laying in bed listening to a cd and I started missing my old

albums and the old stereo, yes I understand CD's are soo much

clearer...but for those of us that remember... there is just

nothing like the warm sound of an album with all its pops and

hisses. Then being the JS fan that I am I could just see Jonathan

laying in bed listening to his stereo. The image of the green

glow was just to perfect to resist. So I added the Monkee twist

and the story was born, I hope you enjoyed the drabble.
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Renee
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That was nice. I didn't get the needle part at first, but once I figured it out, I liked the story! :)
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roman1967
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that was pretty cool

Well do I remember those fancy stereos with the phonograph AND the 8-track player. And, of course, you can't forget the shooting range headphones. :D
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blairtime
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I was trying to be sneaky... using the green glow to make people think kryptonite,
and the Needle to think of someone being in the room poisioning him. I can see everything clearly in my head I just can't get it out on paper very well. :wall:



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Renee
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No, you did great! It was meant to be a little confusing, wasn't it? :D I've put a link to this one (along with rae's latest story) in the Jonathan Kent Fan Fiction Project in the LJLS. :coolyo:
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Lor1513
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Aw I liked it :clap: :coolyo:
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raethehazzard
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Wow what an interesting story.I to had a hard time figuring out the story but that just shows how great a writter you are.Keep up the good work :yeah:
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