American stories. Kennedy’s Children by Dewey Edward Chester

American stories. Kennedy’s Children by Dewey Edward Chester

American stories. Kennedy’s Children by the American author Dewey Edward Chester. Enjoy your Saturday, Yareah friends.


Bob Dylan, Joan Baez, Santana, Mai 1984, Hamburg. Photo attribution Heinrich Klaffs

Kennedy’s Children.

On some long bus ride, I peered sadly from a closed window. The outside world seemed suddenly vulgar and vain. I had lost distinction. The scenes I saw from the window were common, since I had become common to see them. Simply, I had become one of them, myself.

But now, in a burst of flame, my spirit exploded into pieces. In pain, I reached out….to Laura’s newly laid grave. It was the only thing she left behind. Small wonder, I thought grimly; in death it was Laura who changed me.

What happened to her…….well, one night she was driving through Mississippi. Some devilish men followed behind, and murdered her. I could not cut off her memory. Her death consumed me.

When I arrived at her cemetery, I noticed someone else was there, a short plot away. The other man’s grave-site was apparently fresh, too. I could see his bowed back among the clustered monuments and mortuary yews.

With heaviness, I walked over and rested my head on Laura’s gravestone. What else could I do? My answer came when the other man looked up, wearing an expression that cut me like a knife. I winced at the sight of this man’s pain.

He withdrew, to slowly advance along the path. I could see something else on his face I hadn’t noticed before—–a deeply stricken face that looked quite dead. Yet, he lived! What made this man bleed to death, yet live?

I had been afraid of romantic commitment; always held back. I was uncomfortable with the feeling.

Suddenly, I grew cold —– stupefied at my blindness. I had presumed it was I who was important. I had made a mistake. Laura had seen what I could not. When I asked her to wait for love with me, the wait itself, had been my portion. I now understood why she had watched me stupidly stare at the only escape she could offer. My escape would have been to love her, unconditionally. Than I would have lived!

Now, beside her gravestone, I felt I failed her miserably. A low moan rose through my lips; as I remembered, the best days of our lives.

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Dewey Edward Chester, Ph.D. (eq.), is a Los Angeles Professor of Screenwriting, and the author of “Boomer: Sex, Race and Professional Football.” He is a former professional football player, and was nominated for the prestigious White House Fellowship for Journalism Award, sponsored by President Bill Clinton’s Administration. **Boomer by Dewey Edward Chester is also on Amazon and Barnes & Noble. Enjoy the reading, you cannot be indifferent.

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