Pocket Knife

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A man spends the day at the park carving a message into a bench...

Submitted: July 21, 2018

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“Pocket Knife”

 

He sat in

the sun

at the park

on a very

bleached and

weathered

picnic table,

it was an

older style

wooden one

and he was

carving an

epitaph

into it

to go along

with

the many others

already there,

he was using

an old blue sided

pocket knife

he’s carried since

he was a boy

it was a

cub scout

entry level

pocket knife

given to him

by his dad

shortly before

his passing

it had a small

two inch blade

bottle opener

and a tiny

pick

which he was

now using to

leave his mark

in the hard

wood

of the table,

he reaches over

to the brown

paper bag

sitting next to

him

on the bench

containing a beer

a Budweiser

tall boy

the second of

six

that he had

brought with

him

the other four

in a larger

brown paper

bag

under the table

in the shade,

he’s in a

quiet part

of the park

nothing much to

do here

when your

alone

but sit and

stare

no ducks to

feed

or swings to

soar on

to help you

pass your time

just plenty of

wide open

grassy space

to play catch

or throw the

Frisbee in,

there was a

small barbeque

welded to a

steel post

that was cemented

into the ground

to help cut

down

on thievery

he figures

but unsure about

as to why

the picnic table

was chained to it

did that many

of them get

stolen,

he tilted the

brown paper bag

towards the

sun

finishing the

last

half of the

cold beer

in just a few

big swallows

then he pulls

out

the empty can

from the paper

bag

sets it on

the table

than in one

quick motion

takes his hand

and crushes it

flat

he picks up

the flattened

can

and walks it

over

to the trash can

one picnic site

over

from his

a little trick

he picked up

from drinking

in public

you see

it’s hard to

convince a cop

you’ve only had

one beer

when he looks

in the trash can

five feet away

from you

and finds five

empty tall cans

of the same

kind of beer

your drinking

still with

condensation

on them,

he walked back

to the table

gets a fresh

beer

out of his

larger paper bag

under the table

and slips it

into the smaller

paper bag

that has now

molded its self

into a hallow

brown paper

cylinder

after already

having held

his two previous

beers,

he gazes over

the green expanse

of freshly cut

grass

with chained

down

picnic tables

scattered around it

devoid of anyone

but him today

a middle of

the week

sunny Wednesday

afternoon,

he takes a

closer look

at his carving

in the nearly

petrified wood

of the table

he blows away

the shavings

to better judge

the depth of

his newly created

letters

slow going with

his cub scout

knife

but he hasn’t

anywhere else

to be

at least not

today

he continues

working on his

project

drinking his beer

as he goes

not in any

hurry

wanting to get

it done right,

two more hours

into the day

still at it

having to move

the large brown

paper bag

under the table

to keep it

safe in the shade

of the picnic

table

due to the

new angle of

the sun,

he puts the

finishing touches

on his words

smoothing out

the little splinters

and burs of

wood

double checking

all the letters

making sure

they are all

at a uniformed

depth

then opens his

last beer

his job

complete,

letting his eyes

roll across

those empty acres

of grass

remembering those

cherished days

his dad would

throw him the

football

even now

able to hear

his father’s voice

calling to him

“Go Longer, Go Longer”

before his dad

lets the football

fly

and he makes

his catch

as his dad is

praising him

on the greatness

of the play

he had just

made

and assuring him

that he was

number one

on this field

on this day,

he finishes his

beer

and flattens the

can

grabs his large

brown paper bag

from under the

table

and before he

leaves

he reaches down

and runs his

hand

over the letters

he just created

that read,

“Love You Dad”

“your Son”

“Kyle”

with today’s date

carved in

below that,

he looks over

the chained down

picnic table

one last time

a few other

people

having carved

their own

message

in the aged

wood

and among those

were nineteen

more carvings

of his

all identical

except for

each one

being dated

one year apart

all on Kyle’s

dads birthday

starting with

the first one

after his death,

he folds up

his blue sided

cub scout

pocket knife

slips it into

his pocket

and pulls an

old football

out of the

large

brown paper

bag

before throwing

the bag away

and then tosses

the football

high above

his head

and catches it

and continues

to do so

as he and

his dad

walk down

the center of

the freshly cut

green grass

of the park

throwing the

football

back and forth

between father

and son

one more time…

 

Tom Allen…06-28-2018…


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