Benevolent Breeze by Robinson Ed

Author:Robinson, Ed
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Leap of Faith Publications
Published: 2018-08-04T16:00:00+00:00

Eleven

Trucks and work crews arrived the next day to relieve us of our supplies. A caravan of hand trucks and dock carts moved back and forth on the docks. I was preoccupied with the menial task of lifting and lugging boxes. I was not alert to my surroundings. That was a big mistake.

I was handing a heavy item up to a helper on the truck when an explosion went off in the back of my head. I saw a bright flash of light before the pain took over. I never saw what hit me. I was on the ground on my hands and knees. I stared at a rock that wouldn’t come into focus. I didn’t know where I was. Movement was impossible. I heard the sound of Brody’s gun. She fired off two shots in quick succession. Blap, Blap.

Next, I took a tremendous blow to the ribs. I heard them crack. They were the same ribs that had been broken previously by an angry hammerhead shark. The pain was intense. It combined with the pain in my head and made me nauseous. I couldn’t breathe. I lay there gasping, tasting my own vomit. Two more shots rang out. The caveman fell on top of me. I knew I was in real trouble. His weight was crushing. I couldn’t get any air. I realized at that moment what I’d been trying to grasp all along. I’d searched the internet for marinas in St. Croix. There was only one that could accommodate us. I’d led him right to us. Now it was time to pay for that dreadful mistake. I was sorely in need of oxygen. Time was running out for me.

I heard Brody grunting as she worked to roll the caveman off of me. Others pitched in and I was freed. I couldn’t move or speak. Then I blacked out. I don’t recall much of what happened after that other than what Brody told me later. I was unaware of the world outside my own mind. They say that when you are near death, your life passes before your eyes. That is not what I saw. I saw only death.

I saw my grandfather wailing as they closed the lid to my grandmother’s casket. I saw him lying in that same funeral home just a short time later. I saw my mother in bed at her home. I sat with her during her final moments. She was drugged up to ease the pain of cancer. When her time came, she did not simply close her eyes and stop breathing. She spasmed violently with a look of terror in her eyes. That moment haunted me until I was able to erase it from my memory. Now it came back to me in vivid detail. These were not dreams. They were exact replays of events, played back to taunt me.

I saw my older sister. I loaded her into a hospice ambulance so she could die at home in peace. She was only fifty years old.

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