|Never Walk Alone (standard:fantasy, 1619 words)|
|Author: Frederico Bonanza||Added: Apr 06 2004||Views/Reads: 1648/958||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|The short lives of the two main characters are described to us from their own unique perspective. With Heart-felt moments, several humorous ones and a slightly unexpected ending, it engages the reader to think about things in an alternative way.|
I made my name in the movies when I was very young. A walk-on cameo role in one of Clint Eastwood's old movies, it was. You might know it. In the Line of Fire. Great movie. I heard numerous people comment on how well I looked on camera. Really helped to enhance Clint's appearance on the big screen. When I hear that, well it annoys me slightly. I was only doing what I was bought to do after all. I'm almost fifteen years of age now. I'm short, brown in colour, and a little old-fashioned now I believe. I have an almost identical twin brother, who played alongside myself and Clint in that particular movie. Clint played a presidential bodyguard, so as you can imagine it involved a lot of running and dodging of bullets. Myself and my brother were exhausted by the end of shooting each evening. It was all worth it though. Sometimes I wonder how many, in a similar situation to my own, get to participate in Hollywood movies. I feel lucky for what I have achieved in such a short period of time. Sadly, my relationship with Clint ended at “Cut”. We have never been in contact since. In fact, immediately after the movie was released in the States, my brother and I were sold on. Show-business is a cruel business as many know. Even crueller was the manner in which we were bought. An auction? How prehistoric is that? We were nothing more than slaves, doing people‘s work for them. Our new owner however, A huge Eastwood fan, was one of the kindest, most pleasant-smelling women we could ever have hoped to meet. In fact, we actually did not mind working for her, because in the four years that we were there, she only worked us twice. We lived a royal life. She kept us warm, dry and clean and for us, this was the very most she could have done. We appreciated it so much. It was while we stayed with Ruth that I fell in love for the first time. It was a rainy afternoon I remember. Myself, my brother and Ruth's Fiance, Jack were in town. Ruth had insisted that Jack should bring us to the interview that he had scheduled for that particular afternoon. He did not put up much of a fight either. As we all walked proudly up the street, it was only for a split-second that I saw her. She passed so quickly, but I knew instantly. She was white in colour, slightly pale for my usual taste, but what a body. Tall, rounded backside, just absolutely stunning. How I would have loved to step out with her! The woman that accompanied her smelled so sweet also. The entire moment captivated me. My brother had been looking directly at her from the other side, and did not seem at all bothered. There's no accounting for some people's taste is there? I had not much time to dwell though, as Jack seemed to be incredibly short of it. We all began running down the street. Jack as quick as his legs would take him. We tried desperately to keep up. By this juncture we were all soaked. We wished, as did Jack we felt, that Jack had not decided to bring us with him. We only succeeded to slow him down. We never had been runners. We were simply not cut out for it. When we arrived home from our day out, drenched to the core, Jack was not happy. Myself and my brother were thrown in the hall as he marched into the kitchen to confront Ruth. Her idea to bring us was clearly not the best she had ever had, but the thuds that were heard afterwards were mighty. Apparently, we had cost Jack the job that he so dearly wanted. But it was Ruth who was really paying the price. It was not my brother's fault that, as a result of all the running, he landed awkwardly on the ground and split his head. It was however unfortunate, that it caused Jack to be a little later than he would have liked to have been. Storming out of the kitchen, Jack pushed me out of the way and reached in under the stairs for his gear-bag. It did not take long to fill it upstairs, and in a matter of minutes he was out of the house forever. Poor Ruth! One might say that Jack overreacted, but it was more a case of the straw that broke the camel's back. They had not been happy for a while. At least, myself and my brother convinced ourselves of that. Surely, we could not have been the sole cause of their break-up. A violent day all round really. First, the lashing rain. Then, my brother's split head. A bitter bust-up between lovers. Now, poor Ruth's face. Blood dripped from her brow and her nose and still she was more concerned with seeing to my brother. “Oh my! Look at what that bastard did to you”. She picked my brother up on to the hall-table and did what she could with the top of his head. I think it was a couple of Click here to read the rest of this story (68 more lines)
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