Little Pole-Bearer

Mon Mar 21, 2011 10:43 pm

Little Pole-Bearer
By Jacob B. Smith

In the Georgian springtime, several cars lined up and are anything but black. The white Hurst passes by the iron, gothic gates and stopped. It was from the green Toyota that a boy no older than ten years young emerged in a black tuxedo and grey, pinstriped tie. He looked up and noticed that the day was partially cloudy and Sunny is still the whitest kid he has known who lived up there. He never lifted his large glasses as it seemed likely to fall off his nose. He walked ahead of his parents and toddler brother to find the white Hurst. That station wagon was new to him. “Why it is not sold to the public? It could help with the groceries.” The boy thought as a man came out of the car and opened the trunk. Inside was a brown, long chest that the boy seen before in haunted houses at his elementary school. “Are they going to make another haunted house?” The boy thought again while innocently keeping a straight face.

Her father came around and helped his uncles pull the chest out of the trunk and place it on the ground. The driver of the white Hurst pulled out two long wooden sticks thicker than the boy’s arm and taller than the boy as well. The boy was amazed by the sheer height of the poles compared to his own. It was good place for a haunted house. Plenty of silly tablets of stone and statues are littered across the field. There shall it be and will ever be, the boy decided to help the men carry the chest as the poles are inserted through the hoops on the sides. The uncles teased about him wanting to help and decided to let him help. When all five men and one boy lifted the chest, the boy felt the chest was very light and believed he has some strength that he did not know he has. They walked along the path through the plain of stones. “If it feels heavy, let me know.” One of the uncles behind him notified the boy. “Don’t worry! I got it!” The boy replied with pride in his tone. He is proud that he is doing something helpful instead of standing by with his mother and young brother.

The men and boy continued down the road and the boy was not hindered by anything. It is a cool day and was not raining like yesterday; a good day since the boy believed he was given an important task and has to prove his strength to others by completing that task. Everyone was behind him and the boy thought he was leading with his uncle off to his right. It felt important and the boy remained proud to do it. The leading uncle continued straight and everyone was quiet other than the plane that passes by above. Birds are also singing their heart out. The grass is always green in this particular field...too bad that no one played on it because of the stones. Other than his family, the boy never see anyone out there having a picnic there or even flying a kite on this field. “Why is it so empty?” The boy asked his leading uncle. “Because people will be sad if they come here.” The uncle replied in a calm, deep voice. Why would people feel sad when they come here? The boy presses on with the other men, knowing he has a task to do.

His great grand aunt Jenny would be proud to see him do something for her love ones; that is what came to the boy’s head when he was helping. He put up a strong front when he saw the tent that marked where they should be at. It was blue and loomed over a priest and the biggest hole, the boy has ever seen before. Someone may be in trouble for that! Under the tent, his other uncle stepped in and helped the boy away from his duty so he can help the others get the chest on a bed. Two men in jumpsuits walked under the tent while the boy was reunited with his parents and young brother. The priest began speaking and mentioned a name that the boy did not pay attention to. Yet in the end...

The boy’s heart sank as he does not see his great grand aunt Jenny with the family.