George and Martha, the Soap

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Fantasy  |  House: Booksie Classic
One of Cotton Tillman's former clients has prompted him to tell this tale as a warning to others that might go down the same dark path. A path not easily recognized as dangerous..

Submitted: September 26, 2019

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Hi, I'm Cotton Tillman, the local spiritual healer and all around teller of the future.

I read tarot-cards, seek guidance while crystal ball gazing, and have had many encounters with those on, "The Other Side", if you get my drift.

Now, one of my former clients has prompted me to tell this tale as a warning to others that might go down the same dark path.

So, you see, I will be your storyteller and narrator for the duration of this tale, or until some of you stop reading out of boredom.

I told you that I could see the future, didn't I?

 

The setting for my tale is a town on the southern coast of the great state of Oregon, USA.

The town's name is Florence, not that that matters to the storyline, but it came to me that some readers might want that kind of information, maybe to Google it.

The town is not a cluster of building surrounded by residential and businesses, no, it is stretched for several miles along both sides of the state's coastal highway, #101.

And nestled in the trees, along that highway, is what looks like an old white, two story, farmhouse, with a tire swing in the front yard.

The house and property belong to the Caldron family and they have been in the family for three generations now.

Some of the locals say that the house is haunted by those who have lived there. And it could be that they are right, but I'm not saying without a consultation fee.

 

Mable and George Caldron had four children in that house.

One of their daughters, Karen, died on the state highway at age seven; she was waiting for the school bus with her siblings when a car drifted off the two-lane road and hit her.

The oldest boy, Taylor, joined the army at 18 and was killed by a roadside bomb in Afghanistan.

The other two children grew up and moved to big cities for better job opportunities, and a more robust social life; they and their families often come home for the holidays.

 

A few years back, just a year before George retired, Mable's mother, Agnes, came to live with them.

Mable's mother had lost her second husband to cancer and she was getting on in years, so the logical thing was for her to live with them so she would have someone to help her with the things she could no longer do; the list was growing.

 

Agnes liked to putter around in Mable's garden when it wasn't raining, which wasn't often on this rainy coast of Oregon. And Agnes took daily walks to the mailbox, which was about a half city block away from the house, and then she would chat with the letter carrier when he arrived.

More often than not, Mable would take Agnes shopping, just to get her out of the house and moving around.

But Monday through Friday Agnes had to be home by 1:00 p.m., that is when her Soap-Operas started. Come Hell or High-water, Agnes had to watch her Soap-Operas.

At first, Mable paid little attention to her Mother's TV shows. That time of day Mable was busy with other things, and then there was dinner to fix.

 

Mable and George Caldron always had dinner at six o'clock, the news hour.

George got home at five-twenty p.m.. He would wash-up and then sit-up the TV Trays in front of their favorite chairs. By six o'clock everyone was seated, Grace was said, and their dinners were on the trays in front of them. That is when George would turn to the news.

 

One afternoon George was rushed to the doctor’s office, he was complaining of chest pains.

Luckily it wasn't too serious, but the doctor suggested that George retire.

George didn't want to retire, but his doctor told him his failing heart no-longer needed the stressful work environment. And besides, sixty-eight years old was a good age to take it easy.

It was in that same year that Agnes grew more dependent on Mable, and less able to function on her own.

And that is when it happened. Little by little, hour by hour, the Soap-Operas began to find a place in Mable's life too.

First it was, "General Hospital", then, "The Guiding Light", and shortly after George and Martha's Children didn't make it home for the holidays, there was, "All My Children".

Oh and when Agnes passed away, poor Mable was so devastated by the loss of her Mother, two more afternoon Soap-Operas entered into Martha's routine; also there were some night-time Soaps that are referred to as adult dramas.

As the years passed, the Soaps were joined by such night-time shows as, “Survivor”, “Big Brother”, “The Bachelor”, and a broad range of British, “Who Done Its”.

Her daytime Soaps increased too, she added, "As the World turns", "The Young and the Restless", and "Edge of Night".

***

 

Now days you can hear Mable call out in that old rickety house, "George, are you making coffee? I could sure use a cup!

I'd get it myself but Brad's and Cynthia's chambermaid, Yolanda, is in the ER; I think they are going to have to operate.

She is eight months pregnant with Brad's baby, but Brad doesn't know she's pregnant because Judy's been wearing loose clothes to hide the fact.

Cynthia is suspicious, but is convinced that the baby is Conner's, her married half-brother. But what Cynthia doesn't know is that Conner's wife is sleeping with her lover, Joe, the pool-boy.

George! Are you listening? I'm very thirsty!"

 

Poor Martha, she doesn't remember that George passed away. She doesn't remember the funeral, the beautiful service; she doesn't even remember her children staying with her while making the arrangements. All she remembers are those darn Soap-Operas.

 

How long has it been since you died, George?

Really, eight years? Boy how time can fly by.

 

What's that you say, George? Oh yes, you died just four years before Martha died of starvation; poor soul. …

 

"George, are you making dinner tonight? I sure am hungry!

I'd make it myself but Tarah and Weston are about to announce their engagement. Tarah was married before but she doesn't know that her husband is still alive.

 

George! --- George, are you listening to me?!?"

 

 

D. Thurmond / JEF

09-24-2019


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