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Take my Hand, Daddy!
by Regis Auffray   
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Last edited: Tuesday, January 04, 2011
Posted: Tuesday, January 04, 2011

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A short story by Sha'Tara, local writer and friend.

Take my Hand, Daddy!
          
[a short story ~ by Sha'Tara]

Imagine a winter afternoon of this northern hemisphere, by a small town nestled almost silent among dark, brooding mountains.  The sun slips behind a mountain top and a shadow covers the waters of a wide river rippled by a bitter east wind.  A couple of golden eyes land and begin their usual systematic team hunt, diving, surfacing, diving.  These little ducks know their world well, choosing areas near enough to shore to take advantage of gentler, swirling currents, allowing them to dive faster and capture their prey, small fish also using the constantly reforming whirlpools to find food.

The edge of the river is forming ice now, not deep nor wide, but the bite of winter frost is not only in the air: it penetrates into the dark, fast moving waters.  The shore at this place, now cut through by the harsh shadow of a mountain, is made up of round rocks, large at the edge of the water, an edge normally under water – but this is winter solstice and the river is at its ebb.  Further up the shore the rocks change to large round gravel, then up the banks, into smaller, looser gravel.  Remnants of a recent snow fall tuck themselves behind and between the stones and form a dirty white blanket full of tears and holes among frost-burned grasses along the higher banks.  Such a stage leaves no room for doubt as to the time of year being dramatized.

There is a small parking area here where I sometimes stop to eat my lunch, read, or just observe the passing of a time-slice and whatever event it may contain.  I like the quiet of the place and on this day, the weather being bitterly cold with high clouds keeping the air moist, few people care to stay around.  A couple of cars drive in but there is nothing exciting or colorful enough to keep anyone's attention for long and the damp cold drives them away again.  The pair of ducks, the male a ball of sharp black and white patterns, the female of a uniform brown, are a bit perturbed by the few onlookers and choose to be safe, moving their theater of operations farther away from the shoreline. 

The sun has almost crossed the mountain top and the shadow slides across the river, revealing a lighter shade of water as the incessant chop refracts the slanted, weak, gold-tinged middle-afternoon sunlight.  Far to the east however, no clouds have yet appeared and the sun has unlimited vistas to illuminate.  The higher mountains throw off the glory-glow of their snow-covered spires to grace a clear icy-blue sky. 

There is a wide gravelly path that leads from the parking area down to the river's edge.  While it remains in the gray shadow cast by the mountains, a very large man wearing a black woolen toque, a heavy dark-red mackinaw jacket and faded jeans tucked into unlaced brown work boots begins to descend along the center of the path.  To his right walks a tiny girl child, wearing what looks like dark blue cord pants tucked into white boots.  She has on a pink parka and a pair of pink mittens with small pompoms attached.  As the couple begins to walk over the loose gravel, the child gingerly extends her short arms to maintain balance.  The heavy-set man, hands pushed deep into the folds of his mackinaw, seems totally unaware of his tiny companion, lost, it seems, in his own thoughts.

The little girl struggles to follow him, obviously with great effort.  Finally, barely able to stand, she extends her left arm to the large man, the fingers of her hand splayed to express her need for help. 

In my mind, the image freezes there, as if I'd pressed the pause button on the TV's remote.  The man ignores the child, the child holds out her hand, confident that the man will be moved to help her.  In that slice of time, I sense a re-enactment of billions of such events over history.  I feel the energies involved; the times when they worked and when they did not.

Does the man stop to take the child's hand?  Does he pick her up in his arms to carry her to an easier place where she can walk without help?  Does he realize it is too cold to be walking there, at that time of day, with a child and does he return to wherever they came from? 

All I heard in my mind was the child's extended arm saying: "Take my hand, daddy!" 


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Reviewed by Jon Willey
It is all in the interpretation. The possibilities are as endless as the individuals observing the scene. The man could be deaf. He could be completely preoccupied with a plethora of decisions. My only thoughts would be. Why were they there in the first place under those inhospitable weather conditions. And why was he simply not carrying the tiny child in the first place. Questions. Barbs in our conscious thinking process. Answers. An immense,empty blackboard we wish to fill with logical explanations. Another very interesting perspective. Rhetorical by its very nature. Thanks for sharing it with me Regis. I bid you love and peace my dear friend. Jon Michael
Reviewed by Micki Peluso
Beautifully written narrative with a wonderful ending. I enjoyed this very much.
Reviewed by Tom Hyland
REG ...

Good story - good questions - what, pray tell is 'Daddy' pondering? tk.
Reviewed by Patrick Granfors
Powerful indeed. Such is the nature of the oblivious, not necessarily the cruel. Still, I would prefer to think the child will prevail. Patrick
Reviewed by karen logan
You had me right there. Enjoyed it very much. Thank you. Love and light
Reviewed by Laura Fall
Wow Regis powerful article and the title brings chills.
Reviewed by Ronald Hull
Reads like a story behind a story. I keep thinking of the 1st world leaving the 3rd behind.

Ron
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