Do you like birthdays? I do! But what I like even more are birthday presents. Not the ones I get, but the ones I give to others. Choosing a present for someone I love has been my hobby ever since I was a small boy. I still remember the first present I bought for my mother, and the smile I got as a reward. This first present was a porcelain coffee set decorated with large pink roses on its white background.
The following story is about two people, very different people indeed! One is a quite unusual young teen called Chas. The other is a middle-aged man called Broder feeling lonely. The teen is on the run from an almost unbearable situation at home, when he suffers a serious accident speeding down with his bike on a bumpy remote rural road. Passing by the man perceives out of the corner of his eye that an accident may have happened. He turns and reluctantly Broder picks up the unconscious boy. He takes him to the nearest physician. At the doctor's office he does pretend the passed-out teen, is his son Adam, not expecting the consequences of such a statement. Confronted with the stranger's lie the teen is shocked and expects the worst. In marked contrast the accidental encounter results for both. As fate would have it, the encounter results in completely unpredictable developments. Is it Fate that Chas (Adam), the teen, and Broder, the man, meet or is it Fortune? Decide for yourself!
This story is written in the Points of View (POV) style. The caption of the POV for the teen is CHAS (ADAM)and for the man BRODER.
The young teen stopped his bike at the edge of the steep slope. The bumpy country roadway descended straight into the V-shaped valley, which cut the hilly plain from east to west. At the bottom of the valley, the road took a slight bend as it approached the single-lane wooden bridge crossing the fast-flowing creek. On the opposite side of the valley, the road climbed up again to the valley ridge to dive into the dense wood covering the plain.
The teen hesitated at the ridge, and then dismounted. He let the events of the last two months rerun through his mind: Chas had left home on the first day of summer vacation. No, he hadn't left his home; he corrected himself. He had left TJ's house, the house he had lived in for the last eight years. At first, he had lived there with his mother and TJ, his stepfather by name. However, about two years ago his mother had left the house one morning for work, but did not return in the evening. She never showed up again, she never dropped either of them a line, neither him nor TJ. Every day for weeks Chas had called her up on his smartphone and dispatched messages to her. Day for day, he had tortured the officers in the local police station with his enquiries. Finally gave up.
His stepfather had always been indifferent towards him. He never had called him by his first name "Chas" but had just called him "Boy". TJ had treated him more like a piece of furniture or a stray cat not like the son of his wife. He just had called: "Boy! Eat!", "Boy! Hush!", "Boy! Leave the room!", "Boy! Do this! Boy! Do that!"
TJ hadn't minded caring for him as long Chas hadn't disturbed him. However, this changed abruptly when TJ's new girlfriend moved in about half a year ago. She didn't actually press TJ to turn Chas into a foster home, but she made it pretty clear that he was no longer welcome in "her family".
Chas had left TJ's house without regret, taking along all that fitted in his backpack: one change of clothes, his savings book, his smart phone, his MP-3 player, his digital camera and a few of his favorite fantasy books. The first weeks of the holidays he spent in a rundown shack close to his favorite beach. When his savings were gone, he sold his MP-3 player. This helped him through the next days, while he looked for a 'summer-job'. He found one at an ice-cream parlor at the edge of the town. The job was easy but earned hardly any cash just the meals and some tips.
When the parlor closed down at the end of the holiday season, Chas decided to leave town and head south. He wanted to break with his past. First, he removed the SIM card from his smartphone, cut it to pieces and the phone to the factory setting. Then he traded it and the camera for a red seven-speed bike. It was cheap therefore he guessed it had been stolen by the guy who sold it him. But he didn't care anymore, because somebody had stolen his mother from him. And what in heaven is a bike compared to a mother?
Happy to have the bike, Chas hit the road singing "Smalltown Boy" by Bronski Beat at the top of his lungs but with tears in the eyes:
Run away, turn away, run away, turn away, run away……
You leave in the morning
With everything you own
changing In a little black case to his own words:
In the little backpack
and: Alone on a platform, to
Adrift on my bike
and: The wind and the rain,to
Fair wind dries the tears
Onmysad and lonely face!
Run away, turn away, run away, turn away ………..
A week later, in a small city, a junkie stole the little money he had left while he was asleep in the bushes in a park. Going hungry the whole next day, he accepted the offer of a middle-aged man for a meal and a place to sleep. He had accepted the offer, as the man seemed friendly and well mannered. But once in his apartment, the man tried to feel him up while they were watching TV. Chas got frightened, left right away and hit the road right again.
Two days after that incident, Chas was so famished that he attempted to steal a bag of crisps and a chocolate bar in a store. Inept as he was, the store detective caught him. Somehow, he managed to break free. He luckily escaped and left the town on the spot. His ill luck broke as a police car stopped him at an intersection just outside of the town. Smiling and acting like a good boy, he was able to convince the policemen that he was on the way to his grandparents, living two villages further down the gravel road.
For days now Chas had been pedaling along the deserted roadway through the hinterland. He had lived off apples and pears only, because he avoided the villages and hamlets in fear of the police. Pedaling along the country, Chas had now arrived on the ridge of a valley crossing his path. Looking down into the valley were the country-road crossed a raging creek by small bridge and climbed up to the opposite valley ridge again, he felt so tired and exhausted, so down beat and alone, that he resorted to an oracle. Closing his eyes, he said aloud:
"If my bike gets enough speed downhill to reach the ridge on the other side of the valley otherwise, I will be forced to dismount and push it the rest of the way up the rise, I will find a place to stay!"
Chas mounted his red bike and began to pedal downhill with all his vigor left. Soon the bike reached a hell of a speed, because of the steep gradient of the road. The fast ride made Chas lightheaded. He enjoyed the bumpy ride across the washboards and the gravel ruts of the roadway. He cheered with delight as the gust of wind ruffled his hair. But every joy comes to a sudden end. Unexpectedly his bike skidded on the sandy ground of the bend where the road approached the bridge. Headfirst he went over the handlebars, struck the post of the bridge with his forehead and was out!
Broder was happy. It was a clear and sunny day in late August and the engine of the old pickup was running smoothly. He accelerated the vehicle down the descending roadway, in order to get enough speed to get to the top of the hillside beyond the creek without shifting down. As intended, his battered pickup reached its maximum speed at the deepest point of the small valley, where the bumpy road crossed the small bridge over the creek to the other side.
He had to concentrate on driving because of washboards and the deep gravel ruts on the run down the country road. As the truck crossed the bridge with screeching tires his always-alert brain registered, almost subconsciously, an overturned red bicycle at the approach to the bridge. Only once his car slowed down at the approach to the ridge of the valley, did he realize the strange presence of a knocked over bicycle at the roadside. This was very unusual on a remote country road like this one. It took five more minutes of driving before his sense of responsibility kicked in. Alarmed, he turned around his pickup and drove back to the bridge.
When Broder got to the old bridge, the sun suddenly vanished behind dark clouds banking up, thunder clapped, and big raindrops hit the windshield of his old pickup. With one glance Broder spotted a red bike with a badly twisted front wheel. Getting out of his truck he immediately got trenched by the rain. He began to look for the bike's rider. There was nobody in the ditch. However, he discovered some red stain on the first post of the bridge. Checking with his forefinger he knew it was blood. Peering down from the bridge deck, he discovered a pair of worn out sneakers and the lower part of the two legs belonging to someone crouching under the bridge.
"Hello, you down there, what's up?" he called at least three times. Receiving no answer, Broder scrambled down the steep bank to the rapidly flowing creek. A teen in a dirty T-shirt and faded jeans sat under the bridge, his upper body propped against one the footings, and his head leaning forward on his chest. Broder was alarmed. Something was wrong with the boy, seriously wrong. He lifted the boy's head and found his eyes were closed and his forehead blood stained. He shook teen slightly, but the teen showed no reaction. The kid was unconscious. He pondered a moment and then decided, "I can't leave a helpless person out in the nowhere, not in the pouring rain. No! I just can't!"
Broder splashed some cool creek water onto the teen's face. This seemed to help a bit, since he opened his eyes, but they were directed into the nowhere. Obviously the young boy was not able to focus. Broder helped him to rise, but the teen's feet sagged. Therefore, he carried him up to his truck like a heavy potato bag.
Chas was dizzy from the hard crash against the pole of the bridge and blood was trickling from the cut in the forehead. He scrambled down to the creek to clean his forehead with the last clean sock he took from his backpack. Sitting down at the footing of the bridge, Chas went unconscious.
The first thing he remembered, later on, was the face of a man with glasses, examining him full of care. "Wake up, boy!" The man shook him cautiously, "Wake up, boy! Can you move?" Chas tried to focus on the strange face, but his view was blurred. He nodded, but was unable to rise. "Come on boy, you can't stay down here, we have to go to the doctor. Stand up!"
Chas tried, but his legs couldn't support his weight and collapsed. The man took hold of him and carried him back to the road and lifted him to the front seat of an old truck. On the way back to the last village in front of the bridge, Chas must have suffered a blackout again, because he became fully aware of his surroundings only when he was treated in the examination room of a medical practitioner. The next words he remembered came from the man with the gray-mottled hair: "He is my son. His name is Adam, Adam Ryder."
Broder was not pleased by the incident. Playing the Good Samaritan messed up his plan for the day, the plan, to have a great day catching trout in a mountain stream and eat the delicious haul in the evening. But he had to help! He just couldn't leave an injured teen stranded in the middle of nowhere. Reluctantly, he put him in the passenger's seat and strapped him in with the seat belt. Then he loaded the mangled bicycle into the cargo box. Before heading back to the village; where he had started his trip, Broder climbed down to the creek again to pick up the teen's backpack, which he had noticed laying near the water.
Broder was on his summer holidays. About a year ago, he had found a cabin on a solitary lake not too far away from his hometown. He had fallen in love with the solitary place and the small village nearby. After last summer, he had bought the cabin including all the furniture and a small boat. He had worked on the cabin for some weekends in spring and now it was nearly as he liked it. It was the third day of his holidays and he had still two weeks more ahead of him, before he had to be back on the job.
On the drive back to the village, the teen's head with the rain-soaked hair dropped onto Broder's shoulder. The first and second time he gently shoved the head away, but the third time he left it there and even enjoyed the light touch.
There was no hospital in the village, however, a medical practitioner had moved there after his retirement. He and his wife, a nurse, had cared for the local people for more than ten years now. Broder arrived during the doctor's afternoon nap and had a hard time waking him up. After a while the old man opened up, "Hey Broder, What's this, a wet cat, a RainBoy? Did the boy fall from heaven?" He stated smiling! "I didn't know you had a son, Broder. What happened?" The Doc studied the patient carefully, "He looks bad. Did he fall from a tree?" "No! No! He was riding his bike too fast and ran against a post! I found him unconscious." "Let's check him out. Probably, he only has a minor concussion."
With this, the old man checked the reactions of the still weak teen, calming Broder, "Your boy should be all right in two or three days." In the meantime, the doctor's wife has entered the surgery. She cleaned the teen's bloodied head and bandaged it up, "Just be sure that the boy gets dry clothes and a lot of rest for the rest of the week. And no riding a bike for some days!" She shook her head eyeing the boy with a motherly look, "He is so skinny! You didn't feed him right, just skin and bones! Feed him Broder, the boy needs more fat on his ribs!" Then she wanted to know, "You're staying down at the lake, right? What's your last name? I just know your first name. It's Broder, right? I'll need your boy's name also and birthday for our records!"
"Mine is Broder Ryder and his…" Broder hesitated. He didn't know the teen's name, he didn't know anything about the teen, because he had been unconscious nearly the whole way back and also during the treatment. On a sudden impulse, Broder decided to lie, a little white lie. With a shy look at the Doc, he announced suddenly with conviction "His name is not RainBoy!" It's Adam, Adam Ryder. He was born on September 1stin 1974." "I think you mix up something" the doc's wife snickered, "You boy is surely born in 2004. He doesn't look like in his forties." "Sure Mam!" Broder's face turned red, "My mistake! We're born on the same day however 30 years apart!"
Later Chas couldn't recall much of the drive to Broder's cottage. He was slightly numb, because the doctor had given him a sedative to relieve the pain.
Broder tried to start a conversation. First, he introduced himself, "My name is Broder, Broder Ryder. I am spending my holidays down at the lake in my cabin. Now I am taking you there, because there is no hospital nearby." Then Broder started to ask him about the accident, about his parents, he wanted to know where Chas came from and why he was riding a bike through such a remote part of the country. Chas stayed silent. He didn't want to answer these questions, for fear of the police.
In front of the cabin the man stopped the truck, but didn't leave it. Staying silent for a long time and peering hard at the blank water of the lake he finally began to talk with a shaky voice, "The doctor's wife wanted your name for the record." pausing some time, "I couldn't call you RainBoy. I lied. I made up a name for you." And even more hesitantly he continued, "I lied to the Doc! I did something unjustifiable." Staring straight forward, he added nearly inaudible "I told her, you are my son and your name is Adam Ryder!"
Chas was still dizzy. He tried to catch the meaning of Broder's words. Only after a long delay his mind realized the bearing of this confession. He wanted to jump out of the car and run. But where could he run to? Out into the nowhere? Chas stayed silent for long minutes, breathing hard and tried to hide away in the front seat. He remembered vividly the "nice" man in the small city only three days ago, the man who wanted to make out with him. Chas had left the man's apartment in a flash.
At the very first moment he wanted to jump out of the pickup and run, run, run! But when he tried to move, his mind went blank for a moment and he realized he needed help, this time even more than three days before. He needed help, but at the same time he was sure, he could never sell his body.
After a long time, Broder started the engine and began to turn the truck, "I'll bring you to the next town, RainBoy. It's the best I can do for you and me. I have made a big mistake. I beg your pardon." At that moment Chas knew he had to make a decision. He made up his mind, touched Broder's arm and when the man looked at him, he shook his head vigorously "No! No!"
The first time Broder could study the teen closer was back in the cabin. He had taken the boy inside, "Would you like something to eat or drink?" No answer! Broder went over to the fridge and put a Coke and a Sprite on the table and waited for an answer. The boy took the coke and downed it like someone dying of thirst.
"What's your name, boy?" Broder studied the silent boy carefully. "Do you understand me? Can you hear me?" The boy's gray eyes hinted understanding, but he stayed silent and didn't even nod.
Broder was ill at ease. The boy kept absolutely silent. This irritated Broder, made him nervous and aggressive the same time: "Can't you speak? Your eyes prove you can hear me; that you do understand! You are not a deaf-mute. So, what's the matter?" After a shy glance at Broder, the boy had turned his head and looked out of the window, as if searching the blue lake for waterfowl or jumping fishes.
Slowly Broder calmed down, his anger was replaced by a feeling he was not able to put in words. The teen in front of him was just about half a head shorter than him and extremely thin. His face was tanned; the nostrils of his upturned nose were a little bit too broad. His lips were red, his ears too big and his hair dull and unruly. His ears look like the wings of a small bat. Broder contemplated, he is not a cutie, in any respect, but I like him.
Broder moved around the table, took the teen's chin and turned his head up. He tried to look into his eyes, but the teen refused the eye contact. "Where are you from? Please tell me. Your parents are surely waiting for you! ……… Please tell me your name and home-address!" The teen turned away his head and his body went stiff.
"I'll have to call the police! I can't keep you here! I have to inform the authorities; you are a minor and I am not allowed to take responsibility for a strange boy of your age!" The boy's eyes looked frightened. He started to shake his head wildly. Clearly, this meant he didn't want to get the police involved. Tears welled up in his eyes, but he stayed silent.
Broder sat down on the table for a moment, stood up again, picked up the boy's backpack and sifted through its contents: a dirty sweater, a single sock, some well-thumbed books, and nothing more; no papers, no money, nothing to reveal the boy's identity. Broder shook his head in resignation and asked again, "Who are you? At least tell me your name or write it down. I won't call the police. ……… You can stay for now." The expression on the teen's face changed for a moment and a smile crossed his face, but just for a fleeting moment.
The simple cabin had only two rooms, a big living room with a kitchenette in the front and a small bedroom in the back. The toilet and shower were in the shed. In the bedroom there were two beds. Broder had moved his bed to the windowless side, while the other one was standing under the open window. "Come on Adam, the medic told us you need rest. That's your bed for now. Try to sleep! Before get out of your wet cloth!" Throwing him a T-shirt and some shorts, "Try these!" Turning to leave the bedroom he added looking over his shoulder, "As long you stay around, I'm going to call you ADAM till you reveal your real name!"
Chas relaxed. He was pretty sure now he could trust Broder. He reminded him of a teacher he liked in the elementary school, a man in his late forties, very strict, but fair-minded. He had always helped Chas when he had run into trouble; he always defended him when other teachers wanted to punish him, because Chas was reading books during their lessons instead of listening to their explanations.
Broder was also different from TJ, his stepfather that was for sure. TJ would never have stopped for a stranger; he would never had brought a strange boy in dirty and wet clothes to a doctor and even pretended this stranger was his son. For TJ, Chas had always been only "this BOY", not something like a son.
One question bothered Chas. Why had Broder introduced him as his son? Was he nuts? What was the reason Broder had deceived the doctor and his wife? Broder seemed to be single; at least the whole cabin looked like the cabin of a single person. The place was tidy, but there was no sign of a wife or girlfriend around. The whole set up of the place indicated that its owner preferred to live in a well-ordered and peaceful loneliness.
At first sight Chas had liked the cabin and the small lake, the whole surroundings, despite his dizziness. By instinct, Chas knew he could trust Broder. Worn out by the hard days of the last two months and the accident today, he quit brooding about the situation and fell asleep. His last thought was 'I have to keep silent; for now, I will not talk to Broder!'.
Broder drove to the country store to pick up some goods. The village was small. He was well aware that people by now would know he had his son, a teen, brought along.
Having a son was something totally new, unexpected and incredible to him. He was close to panicking. The reason was very simple; he had been a loner since he was a kid. He had never been married; he had never had a girlfriend or a boyfriend. He had always wanted a family or a friend, or someone to care for and be close to, but he was too afraid to get involved with others.
He was pretty good at his job and accepted as an engineer. The head of the small company he worked for, his colleagues and the other employees liked him. Actually, everyone who knew him liked him, even the old lady in the grocery store. But when it came to building a friendship or an even closer relationship, Broder chickened out. He withdrew. But today fate had assigned him a son. The way the boy behaved kept reminding Broder of something or someone he couldn't quite place in his conscious thoughts.
In the country store he picked up food for two; and for the boy, a pair of jeans, some underwear, two bright colored T-shirts, a gray sweatshirt with a hood and bright red swimming trunks. Before he left, he also got a warm duvet and a small pillow, because he needed the additional bedding.
"Hey Broder, the doctor's wife has told us about your son; a nice kid she said, but quiet. You never told me that you are married and have kids." the curious shop owner's wife questioned him. "Has he recovered from the accident? Boys of his age can get into a lot of mischief!" Broder just smiled back. "Never mind!" the lady said, "I am sure he will get well soon!"
At the evening meal, Chas (Adam) ate all the fried chicken and most of the French fries Broder had bought at the only takeaway in the village. Afterwards, Chas (Adam) cleaned the table and washed the dishes without being asked to, but still without saying a single word. Later he joined Broder under the lamp on the porch. Both read, Broder a detective story, while Adam immersed himself in one of the fantasy books he had carried along in his backpack.
As soon Chas (Adam) retired, Broder took his chance and checked the news on every radio station he could get. Nobody reported a missing a boy. He felt helpless and at the same time, relieved. It seemed he would be able to spend some more days with his silent guest.
Chas (Adam) wasn't so silent during the night. Long after midnight Broder was wakened by a mumbling voice. It was Chas (Adam). He couldn't understand what the boy was saying, but now he was sure the kid was at least able to speak.
Broder rose late in the morning, snatched his towel and went for a swim, leaving behind some shampoo for Adam. Swimming in the center of the lake, he saw the teen stepping cautiously into the cold water. Then the boy moved behind some bushes. Later he turned up with wet hair and a fresh-looking face.
Next morning Chas (Adam) was already awake when Broder rose and went to the beach. He liked to sleep in the nude, but had kept on the shorts, because he didn't want to be seen naked by a stranger. He found the towel and the shampoo Broder had left for him and went down to the small beach as soon as he saw Broder swimming far out in the lake. He cleaned very carefully in the cover of some willows and then went back to the cabin, covering his lower part with the wet towel.
Broder caught up with him at the cottage door. Inside he pointed to the dresser on which he had arranged the new clothes for Chas (Adam). "I bought this for you yesterday, Adam. I hope the jeans will fit and you will like the T-shirts. I looked for some colorful T's. I found one I liked even more because of the slogan printed on the chest:
Mom's Best is Dad's Pest!
But I would have preferred:
Dad's Best is Mom's Pest!
But that kind was out of your size. Anyway, Adam, you are already too old for a graphic designed for a small boy."
Chas (Adam) smiled, he liked the T's. One was blue with an emblem saying "Soccer World Championship" printed on the back, the other was dark red showing the picture of a kick-boxer in action. He was so surprised that he nearly shouted with glee, but in the last second, he recalled his resolution and stayed silent. Secretly he regretted this pledge already. Instead, a big smile passed over his face and he thanked Broder with a deep bow.
Chas (Adam) soon got tired of playing the mute. He liked to hum and to sing since he was a little kid, especially during boring tasks or on his hikes through the woods and along the beaches. Therefore, he waited eagerly for the late afternoons, when Broder drove to the village to get new food. Then he went down to the lake and started singing and yodeling, waiting for the echo bouncing back from the opposite shore.
The next two days went much like the first. They ate together and Chas (Adam) did the dishes. They went swimming in the lake, Chas (Adam) wearing his new red swimming trunks and looking great. Broder went fishing, but always came back empty-handed, so that they had to live on fast food. Chas (Adam) explored the surrounding area, especially the dense woods. Becoming aware of the teen's interest in birds, Broder allowed him to use his binoculars. The evenings they spend reading on the porch and Broder always made sure that Adam was wearing his sweatshirt, to keep away the cool breeze coming up from the lake.
Chas (Adam) didn't speak a single word the whole time. But Broder's attitude suddenly changed. Broder, who never had talked before about his adventures on his trips to foreign countries, who never had told anybody about his desires and hopes for the future, began to tell all his secrets to Adam. The boy always listened, his head slightly tilted, and smiled when Broder related funny situations or the intriguing customs in foreign countries.
On the fourth day, it was Sunday; Broder drove to the next town to get some new books and other supplies. When he came back late in the afternoon, Chas (Adam) was gone. He was worried, as he searched the house and the nearby grounds. The backpack and Adam's favorite books were still there. Broder was sure he hadn't left permanently. Broder took out his binoculars to search the lake. He couldn't see Adam; not even the smallest evidence of Adam.
Then suddenly a song came floating with the evening breeze, from the top of a nearby hill. Broder thought it was familiar, but needed some time to recall the tune. Then he recognized the chorus:
I'm a one man guy, I'm a one man guy, I'm a one man guy is me.
It was the chorus was from Rufus Wainwright's song `One Man Guy`:
People will know when they see the show the kind of guy I am.
It was the voice of a boy on the edge of manhood. It had to be Adam; Broder was sure.
In the evening he announced to his silent guest. "Tomorrow is September 1st. That's the day of my Forty-fifth Birthday. As you didn't me tell yours, I decided over your head that this day is your birthday also. I got us a creamy cake at the store, and we will have it for breakfast." And, grinning, "Don't you eat it while I'm sleeping!"
Broder had decided to sleep late on his birthday morning, but his sleep was interrupted by the noise of the creaking cabin door as soon as the sun cleared the horizon. He looked over at Adam's bed, but it was empty. He got nervous, hoping that the boy hadn't decided to run away. But then remembered he'd had the same thought the day before and his silent guest had returned.
Broder had gotten two presents for Adam, a pile of fantasy books and a new front wheel for the damaged bike. The outer door of the cabin rattled just as he was about to get up to start a search for Adam. There were some shuffling sounds and then the aroma of coffee drifted through the cracks under the bedroom door. Chairs were moved and then suddenly there was a song, Broder had almost forgotten. A slightly croaking and unfamiliar voice sang out:
Happy birthday to you!
Happy birthday to you!
To you Broder!
And then the door opened and a smiling Chas (Adam) entered with a big bunch of wild flowers. "Coffee is ready, Broder!" and then a little hesitantly and timidly, "Would you like to be my big brother?" Broder was stunned. What a birthday present, the best he had gotten since he was a boy!
He wanted to thank Adam right away, but he couldn't, he had to clear his throat first. Taking off his glasses, which suddenly were foggy, he stuttered, "Thanks Adam, I never expected such a surprise. I never expected you would forgive me. My lie………." And after a deep sigh, "But look, I am much too old to be your brother." Then he added very timidly "Let me be your father that would make a dream come true." Chas (Adam) smiled, walked over to Broder and put his arms around the man, "My first name is Chas. But I will accept Adam Chas Ryder as my name. But please, give me some time to get used to it, Dad."
The breakfast table was decorated with the big bunch of wild flowers, two piles of books; a bigger one with fantasy stories for Chas and a smaller one with detective stories for Broder. Chas was just devouring his third helping of the delicious creamy cake, while Broder still hadn't finished his first helping, because he was telling Adam about his summer holidays in Greece, long, long years ago.
When Broder pictured his visit to the Delphi Oracle, Chas (Adam) remembered his self-conceived oracle of the day of his crash, his lucky day:
"If I get enough speed driving downhill, to reach the top on the other side without being forced to dismount my bike and push it the rest of the rise, I will find a place to stay!"
Chas smiled to himself! Now he had found a place to stay even if he had not made it to the top of the next rise. He had found someone who wanted him to stay, and this one had even carried him up the steep rising from the dark place under the bridge onto the bright road over the dangerous creek. He crossed his fingers behind his back, vowing never to make up an Oracle again.
I would like to express my special thanks to my friends Bart, Brian, Sean and TSL for improving my writing.
Comments, reviews, questions, and complaints are welcomed. Please send them to Ruwen Rouhs.
And I would like to add, thanks for reading.