Hayter for December 24, 2023
“Twas a Dark and Seriously Cold Night”
A Christmas Short Story
He was sitting on
the tailgate of his pickup atop the peak of a low hill just west of Spokane. Only
in his dreams had he ever felt this cold. But it would be worth it, because the
weather lady had predicted that the northern lights would appear on Christmas
Eve as far south as Oregon.
It had something to do with an abnormal amount of solar flares
causing the release of electrons that yadda, yadda… A view of the northern
lights had been predicted a couple of months prior, yet never appeared. But
this time? This time… oh, yeah! He was emotionally feeling giddy about the
prospect. Physically he was freezing his keester off.
He
felt the need for coffee but wasn’t up to wrestling his thermos while wearing
his double-layered, fleece-lined gloves. What’s more, he already felt the need
to take a leak, and the process of making that happen would sap all of his
energy and patience. But now was the time for him to be a man and take care of
business.
He
took a deep breath before forcing his rear off the tailgate. As he tried to
grasp his zipper tab with his gloved fingers, headlights from an approaching
vehicle captured him in the act. Surely
the occupants of the approaching Jeep Cherokee could not determine his intent.
The
vehicle approached slowly, eventually coming to rest about 15 feet from his
pickup. Two of the doors opened quickly. The person exiting the driver's side
was an athletic-looking young man and his front seat passenger was a petite
female.
“Have
you seen anything, yet?” the boy asked, as he proceeded to shake hands with the
stranger. He suddenly recognized the stranger. “Oh, my word! Mr. Henry!” He
turned to the young lady approaching beside him and said, “Elaina, it’s Mr.
Henry!”
Elaina ran up and hugged the man. “Mr. Henry! Mom, it’s Mr.
Henry my Political Science teacher! Remember? What are the chances?” -- “What indeed,” Stuart Henry thought. – “Mom, come here. Mr. Henry, this is my Mom,
Sharon. Sharon Graves.”
Sharon, too was overly clothed with a knee-to-head thick
woolen coat over an assortment of bulky fabrics. The only visible part of her
body was a lovely face hiding inside a fleece-lined woolen hood. She stood with
her arms folded. “I’ve heard a lot about you, sir. I can’t bring myself to
believe a lot of it, but it’s good to finally meet you.”
“Hmm. I have no response for that, Mrs. Graves,” he said. “Look,
I can imagine why y’all are here, but what I can’t imagine is why you came to
this particular place to see the lights.”
Elaina’s boyfriend Lyle said, “Mrs. Graves wanted to go
alone to a remote area to see the northern lights, but Elaina didn’t want her
to, so I was forced to drive them both. And, now I’m glad I did.”
Stuart helped Lyle with one of the three lawn chairs in the
back of his jeep. They placed them to the side of the tailgate of his truck, at
which point Lyle took hold of Stuart’s coat sleeve, pointed to one of the
chairs, and told his ex-teacher to take a seat. Before Stuart could decline the
offer, Lyle and Elaina both climbed on the tailgate. Elaina’s mom looked over
at Stuart and rolled her eyes. Stuart mimicked her look and said, “Uh, I see
what they’re up to Ms. Graves, but please know that, like you, I’m ticked off
at your daughter and Lyle for forcing me to sit in one of the lawn chairs. I
obviously failed them as a teacher.”
“Right. Your wife is apparently snuggled up in the cabin of
your truck?” she said. Elaina explained to her mother that Mr. Henry was a
widower, ‘causing him to ask how on earth she knew that.
“Ms. Kraven, my Senior English teacher told
our class,” she said. “I think she’s got the hots for you, Mr. Henry.”
“Yes, she gave me
every indication. I finally managed to quell Ms. Kraven’s misguided attempt
toward matrimony. She is now keen on Coach Forest.”
“Bless her heart,” Elaina’s mom said. “Look, Mr. Henry, I
don’t know why you’re here, but I came to see the northern lights. Please tell
me you weren’t expecting us.”
That
remark spurred a discussion that ended with the daughter and her date driving
off, leaving two of the lawn chairs behind. After the Jeep exited the hill, the
bumfuzzled, middle-aged couple stared at the last glow of the tail lights.
While maintaining her view of the Jeep-less dirt road, Sharon said, “So?”
Stuart
turned and said. “So, I have got to pee. If you’ll excuse me, I’ll do just
that.”
“Go!
Go do your thing,” she said and walked back to the tailgate where she grabbed
his thermos.”
When
he returned, he apologized for his crude exit and offered up an excuse for why
it took him so long. Something about having to find a way through his
outerwear.
“Men.
You have no idea how blessed you are. Had I been in your situation, I would
have to just wet myself.”
He
nodded and said, “Well, Ms. Graves, if you drink the rest of my coffee, you’ll likely
get your chance.” His comment won him a smile. A lovely smile, that was even
noticeable from what little he could see behind the fur-bearing hoody she was
wearing. Of course, it didn’t spark any romantic feelings in him. He merely considered
it pleasant. His pleasant thought dissolved immediately when he asked about her
husband. He’s a jerk.
The
only good thing that came from their marriage was Elaina. Following the divorce
she made it a point to encourage Elaina to visit her father and his girlfriend.
She deserved an Academy Award for her acting. “Do you have any idea how hard
that was for me? I had to play the role of an angel. I could wring his neck,
but I hate to show her that side of me. And, me telling you all of this is beginning
to upset me because I don’t share my feelings much with others, but I don’t
mind being angry in your presence. So, what about your wife?”
Stuart
reached over, grabbed his thermos, removed the lid that she had neglected to
tighten, and took a sip of cold coffee. After a failed attempt to reinsert the
stopper, he placed the small cup on top of it, and handed the thermos to her.
“Oh,
where to start? I guess I’ll just try to forget the part about you feeling
comfortable expressing your anger while in my presence. That being said, were I
your psychiatrist, I would encourage you to forget your husband. The guy’s been
gone for however long, yet, you continue to let him rule your thoughts. That’s
on you.”
She
said, “Well, I never thought of that, Dr. Spock. Now, about your wife?”
He
looked down and slowly shook his head. “Oh, no. Look, uh, okay, she died of
cancer three years ago today.”
“What?
Today is the anniversary of her passing? I’m so sorry. What kind of cancer did
she have?”
“Brain.
It’s called glioblastoma.”
“I’ve heard of that. A friend of mine died of
it several years ago. So, you came here, not so much for the northern lights as
to be with your wife. This is your old stomping grounds, wasn’t it? And we
ruined it for you. Look, I’m getting in the cab, you put away the chairs and
take me home. I’m sorry about all of this.”
“No,
no. This was Renee and my stargazing spot. We never did see the ol’ aurora
borealis, though. From Iceland you’re supposed to be able to see the lights between
the two “A” months.”
“Between
March and November. Interesting,” she said.
Stuart
grinned. “You’re very astute, mother of Elaina. However, I feel it necessary to
caution you that you’re beginning to remind me of me.”
“Well,
you’ve done nothing to remind me of Raymond,” she s
aid, “so that’s a good sign.
Try not to lose it.”
“I’m sure when Raymond dated you, he wasn’t himself either.
Not that this is a date. This is… uh. -- When you finish with my coffee, would
you please put the lid back on?”
“No. You established no rules about your coffee. It was
quite good, too, which means it’s your fault I finished it off. That was me
being my husband. Unfortunately now I have to pee, so we
need to forget the Borealis lights and leave. Now! While I’m getting in the
truck, load up the chairs. – Again, that was my dear Raymond speaking.”
Without running any red lights, Stuart made good time
getting her home. He would’ve made better time had she been more precise with
her directions. – His brakes squealed at the curb in front of her house. He hurriedly
grabbed the lawn chairs and moved quickly toward the house. At least he did
until he noticed her standing by the truck, patiently searching for the keys in
her purse.
While
holding the chairs by his side, he whispered, “You didn’t have to go, did you?”
While giving him a smug look, she said “No. I don’t have to
go now, because I wet myself on the way over.”
He didn’t know what to say, so he merely shrugged and
started walking toward her porch. While following him, she whispered, “Look, I
didn’t know what to say, so I went ahead and just wet myself, so there is now
no rush. By the way, beneath this hoody I’m wearing three different outfits.
The last one is still dry.”
As
soon as they stopped laughing, she informed him that her church had a “Grief
Share” program that was starting up again the second week in January. She said
she would go with him on his first visit.
He
said, “I’ve been to a couple of those at my church. I was uncomfortable sharing
my grief and listening to theirs. You’re more like me. Renee wasn’t like me,
and I loved her for it. We just happened to love the differences in one
another.”
Sharon
said, “Well, that’s crazy. But, sweet. Look, I’m hosting this year’s Christmas
family gathering, and I’d invite you, but I have a different personality around
my family, and I don’t want you to see it. Yet. But, if you come over in the
evening I’ll have a plate of leftovers for you. Just come to the door, I’ll
hand you a covered dish and you leave if you wish. It’d be rude of you, but I
can deal with rude. In fact, I was married to rude.”
“Well,
it may be a bit early for a visit. I feel a need to hire an investigator to do a
backround check. Maybe interview your ex. Find out what his slant is. I’ll get
back to you early next year.”
She
grinned and said, “You’re a riot. So, drop by tomorrow evening around sevenish.
Stay or take the food and run. Believe me, I’m not after anything. You’re
pathetic and I might can help. So, uh… okay then.”
He
smiled and leaned the lawnchairs against a holly bush in her flowerbed. “The
leftovers sound good. Maybe you can attend my New Year’s party. Perhaps we can
play dominoes until you catch on that I hate playing dominoes. So we’ll talk or
watch ‘Witcher’ reruns. Until midnight when we’ll have to kiss, because it’s
bad luck if we don’t.”
As
he turned to go, she whispered, “I love Henry Caville.”
Without
turning around, he said, “Who doesn’t?”
As
soon as Stuart started his truck, he said aloud to himself, “Renee loved Henry
Cavill too.” He grinned and said aloud to himself, “What a doodle.”
The
northern lights failed to appear near Spokane on that Christmas Eve night. No
matter. God was there and he touched the hearts of a couple of his lonely
children who needed the gift of one another.
The End
Happy Christmas 2023, from Mark and Kay!
hayter.mark@gmail.com
