Calling Dufer

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A auto accident on a narrow mountain road leads to an unlikely, and unexpected, reunion.

Submitted: April 11, 2016

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Submitted: April 11, 2016



The new sports sedan rounded a series of "S" curves in the lonely mountain road.

The road, too narrow in some curves to be thought of as two lanes, yet there was faint lines still showing in some areas of the middle.

With the Rolling Stones playing in surround sound and the checking of messages on his phone, the driver missed the sign that said, "Road Work Ahead."

Two more switch-backs and then came the barrier, which he missed.

"Oh God!" The driver exclaimed when he awoke to find that the car he was in was hanging over the edge of a rock-faced cliff, nose first.

The airbag had deployed and had sense collapsed, and the seat-belt was still on Bob Thorton. His body was half in and half out of the belt and what was actually holding most of Thorton's body weight was the dashboard and steering-wheel.

The worst part of all was that he had no idea what was keeping the car from falling and plunging to the rocks and river below.

Thorton said to himself,"Crap! Do I disconnect this seat belt or wait for awhile to see if someone comes to help me. Yah Right, like that's gonna happen. Hardly anyone drives this road anymore, so no-one is going to know I'm here for days, maybe weeks.

Oh God, what am I gonna do?"

"Was that a rhetorical question, or would you like me to answer?" A resonating voice echoes around inside the well padded car.

"Dufer, is that you?"

"Were you expecting someone else?"

"Where have you been? It has been, like, forever."

"I had people to see, places to go, and things to do. Besides, you stopped looking under the bed and talking to me so I figured that I wasn't needed anymore."

"So you just took off? Not Cool!

I looked all over for you, under the bed, in the closet, even in my backyard fort. I even tried talking to you now and then, but you were a no-show after Grandpa died. I thought maybe you died too."

"No, my kind don't die, we just ARE. We are sent to where we are most needed and after one gig is done, then we are reassigned, sort of. I'm between gigs right now and felt your distress."

"I'm in distress all right! Are you going to get me out of this mess?"

"NO, --- no can do."

"What! Why Not?"

"Because I don't live in your world and I have no real physical presence there. Only a thin thread connects us mentally. You hear me, I hear you, and you see what you think I should look like, ya-da, ya-da, ya-da, but no magic happens, no miracles, no simple way out of a bad situation; sorry."

"Then why did you show up at all?"

"You called me, you may not have known it, but you did. That tone of utter futility came out from that child that you once were and cried out to your childhood friend, your Little Man under the Bed. So, here I am to talk to, to vent to, and to have that moment of knowing that you are not without a friend in the world."

"Thanks for the comforting words, but I think that I need a rescue team and tow-truck more than some comforting words; no offense."

"None taken. --- However, there is this thing that I can do, I contacted a few of my former kids, kids like you, and I inserted some thoughts here and there. So now all we have to do is wait."

"I don't understand what you mean? And I can't hear you very well either. I think that I'm losing consciousness........"

"Ah, you're awake!

No, no, don't try to move, we don't know if anything is broken inside. Your legs and arms seem OK, but the paramedics will need to check you out before you start getting all ambulatory."

Thorton asked, "Who are you?"

"Oh, I'm Trooper Rodgers; as soon as the paramedics arrive we will have you checked out and transport you to the hospital."

"What about my car?"

"It's Gone."


"Yah, I guess it let go about ten minutes after the rock-climbers hooked a strap on you and hauled you up the rock face. You're very lucky that they decided to change their climbing location or you would have gone down with the car."

"What was keeping the car from falling? I was surprise that it didn't go over the edge."

"Well, the climbers said in their statements that they couldn't see anything attached to the undercarriage of the vehicle, but we may know more after the traffic report is complete.

"What climbers? I don't see anyone except you and I."

"Oh, they left right after I took their info and statements. They said that they were losing daylight and wanted to set-up camp before dark.

One of them entered his cell-phone number into your phone registry, just encase you had any questions. I don't know why, but he said that you would recognize the name. Just look under D, for Dufer."


J. E. Falcon  ---  04-10-2016

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