Tuesday, August 29, 2006

Entry #93

The Last Night
by Andy Hollandbeck


Johnny lay in a clearing, damp, uncut grass around his head, staring at the night sky. At this moment, Johnny had everything he had every wished for for the last twenty-three years.

To be outside. . . to be alone . . . to be free.

Johnny knew he couldn’t enjoy it for long; one of the guards had taken care of that. Even now, he could hear the search dogs yowling their way toward him.

But it didn’t matter. He could feel his warmth quickly draining from the hole in his side. But still, he thought, this is a natural coolness, not the conditioned, recirculated, artificial coolness of my prison cell.

He studied the patchwork clouds illumined by the full moon, trying to pick out shapes like he had done as a child.

Every cloud looked like a key.

The dogs were getting closer. Johnny could hear the jingle-jangle of their collars and tags, the grunts of their handlers.

But they wouldn’t find him in time. Even now, the clouds dimmed, the dazzling moon fading into a hazy tunnel. Johnny knew that soon, very soon, he would be in a place without locks, without cages.

The authorities would eventually find his body. Will they be disappointed, wondered Johnny, to find a smile on my face? To know that I had died happy? To know that I had died a free man?

With that thought, a door unlocked and opened, and Johnny stepped through.


[Andy Hollandbeck is a copy editor from Indianapolis.]

10 comments:

Joni said...

"Every cloud looked like a key" - love that line - linked the whole piece.

I love the liberation and the peace in the face of fatal injury and a long prison sentence. Excellent.

anne frasier said...

awww, andy. very nice. i loved that death was his escape from a life he couldn't tolerate or endure.

Nicholas Abbot said...

I agree with Joni.

In its context, "Every cloud looked like a key" is one of the best lines of the contest.

Jim said...

Andy, you're practically in my back yard! (I live just 30 minutes north of Indy.)

I liked the simplicity of this death and the satisfaction of dying a free man. Really liked the imagery of that last line.

Jude said...

An effective piece. Liked it.

Jer said...

Really enjoyed it, Andy. Great job, wonderful imagery. Jer

Andy said...

Thanks to all for your comments.

Bev said...

You're my all-time favorite author. Mom

Bhaswati said...

This is such a wonderful story! The feeling of being liberated finally touched me to the core. And of course, the clouds being key line is a stealer. Very nice!

jason evans said...

The peace taking hold of him comes through well. I could feel the cool ground.