The Hippy Chick

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This short story is a conversation between two young wayward guys (Ralph and Reg). Ralph recalls to his friend (Reg) what seemed as a spooky chance encounter with a pretty hippy chick (Anna). As the story unfolds Ralph reveals a dark secret. After the conversation Reg finds the answer he's being asking himself regarding Ralph.

Submitted: January 17, 2012

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The Hippy Chick
Conversation between Ralp and Reg
Two grungy looking guys Ralph and Reg were sitting outside on the porch on a clear evening, reminiscing about music festivals and sheinigans they got up to when Ralph started regaling a fantastic story to Reg in his typical matter-of-factly way, as if it happens to him every day.


"Did I ever tell you the story about a hot hippy chick I met?" said Ralph


"No, I would have remembered if you had met a hot hippie chick." replied Reg


"I was traveling at the time, there was this small town I stopped in for while. One day I was walking by the river when I saw this really hot crazy far-out looking chick standing by the river. She was dressed in a hippy dress, and she said it was like... Nepalese design. She claimed to be a flower child but there was no flower in her hair. What ever but... she was different, maybe it was just the sunny day and good vibe I was feeling... any way I totally charmed her with my intro." said Ralph


"Hmm so how did you introduce yourself?" replied Reg


"I gave her the Ralph-special-smile and told I was new in town I told her I was looking for a music festival or even a commune." said Ralph smiling.


"No surprises there then. So how did she react to your intro?" replied Reg


"We just started walking, she told me her name was Anna and talked for what seemed like ages about her life, how she was brought up by hippy parents, how she traveled and lived in communes and rode horses bareback, even stayed at a nudist colony. She told me how much she loved painting horses, flowers and old people. On her travels she actually stayed just outside of this town. She pointed to a church on a small hill above the river, she liked going to church. She thought the people there were funny, it amused her." said Ralph


"She went to church? sounds like a strange chick" replied Reg


"She would put some coins in the collection plate - not intended as a donation but to pay for her experience, as we would pay to go to the cinema. She even joined in the hymns, and sang a few to me, that she learnt. She was pretty good, she must have gone a lot of times, she had no hymn sheet, she learnt by listening." said Ralph


"Sounds like she was on a cross-road in her life man" replied Reg


As we walked and talked I noticed she had this sort of smile, not a smirk, more like a smile of satisfaction. I got onto the subject of boyfriends, she must have been hit on like... a trillion times, but she didn’t give me the brush off, no... instead she played along, as if that’s how it is being around guys. So like any hoping-to-get lucky guy I played my cards, but this time man my hand wasn't any good, because she changed the subject. said Ralph


"You are too pushy sometimes man" replied Reg


"Yeah, but her smile did start to change into a smile that only a pretty girl could have, knowing every man in the world desired her. Yeah so things went well." said Ralph


"Oh come on man, don’t stop now, do tell the rest you tease, what happened?." asked Reg


"Not much man, we walked along the river’s edge, I remember the trees lining the other side, it was sunny and blue sky and I’m walking with this hot chick, it was a surreal trip man" said Ralph


"Ok and?" asked Reg


"We just walked and talked, and being modest helped her feel relaxed and open up a bit and be herself." said Ralph


"Oh come on! more like girls don't feel self conscious around ugly guys. You know what I keep saying about you and me, and our luck with chicks. It’s because number 1, we are unemployed and unemployable, and 2; you and I are no oil paintings. If we were oil paintings I would be given to a charity shop, and worse, your picture would be used to hold cat litter or something." replied Reg sarcastically


"Do you want to hear the rest of the story or not?" Ralph replied


"Yeah sure man, ok sorry,...please do tell the rest, what happened next?" asked Reg


"Our conversation drifted to hippy subjects, you know? The green movement, love and peace, self-sustained living etc. Then we got on the subject of relationships, and that’s when her mood changed. she went really like... somber about something so I teased it out of her." said Ralph


"Maybe she had a bad experience" replied Reg intrigued


"Any way she told me she got mixed up with some hippy type guy and they traveled in his house-bus with another couple. He was into growing magic mushrooms and dabbling in psychedelic drugs. But that wasn’t enough. That’s when he started experimenting with heavier drugs and overdosed. She found him on his knees, hunched over their bed, bloated and blue." said Ralph


"Ooh yuck man, bad trip." replied Reg


"Yeah, the way she explained it to me I could feel the the bad buzz, and it must have got to her so bad she caught a bus and found herself back in this small town’s church up on the hill. She walked into the service, sat down and for the first time in her life, she prayed, and she meant it." said Ralph


"Then what happened?" asked Reg


"She went all religious for a while. An elderly couple from the church took pity on her and took her into their home and looked after her, and she studied the bible and repented and all that religious carry-on" said Ralph


"So she went all goodie two shoes all of a sudden?" asked Reg


"Yeah and there’s a good reason for that." replied Ralph


"Why man what happened?" asked Reg


"She got into the club scene and that’s where her boyfriend was introduced into heavier drugs and she actually bought the drugs he overdosed on." replied Ralph


"Tough break man! She indirectly killed her boyfriend." exclaimed Reg


"So any way there she was, in this church praying and starring at the altar, she starred at the statue of Jesus, and then she felt a feeling of calmness and comfort. As she told me this she had a beautiful smile and looked at me. She said she once read something about atheists, and how some of them start praying near the end of their life." said Ralph


"So then what, she lived happily ever after at this old couple’s house?" asked Reg


"Not exactly, she said several seasons had past while she stayed there while reading the bible and doing gardening to keep her mind busy, then the day came when she was stronger and felt she had come through the other side of this ordeal." replied Ralph


"Time is a great healer man, so then what?" asked Reg


"When she was ready, she stood in front of the congregation and told her story, she said some were horrified, some were indifferent, and some were clearly touched, then she walked past the congregation to the main rear door, turned back to face the delegation and in that instant she felt released. She realised how much she loved this man she lost, and did this for his memory." said Ralph


"That's profound man" said Reg


"At that point she couldn’t hold it in, she burst into tears and sobbed as everyone looked back at her, but she managed to compose herself and started to sing a hymn. The priest enthusiastically joined in then the rest of the congregation started to sing along. When she was finished, she turned and walked down the steps smiling with tears streaming down her face, but when the elderly couple came home they told her it was best she moved on the next day." said Ralph


"Oh yeah very caring and charitable of them" said Reg


"She told me how she cried all night while staring at the moon with the deepest sorrow, and with unbearable pain in her heart, and how she missed her boyfriend. Her pillow soaked from her tears, shivering from loneliness and missing her love lost with nowhere to go, it was a tragic tale to hear." said Ralph


"So this couple were going to chuck her out for bringing their good name into disrepute. What happened next?" asked Reg


"She pointed to the church, and made me promise that if anything really bad happened in my life I was to go there and stand in front of the congregation, like she did and tell them my story, then tell them she sent me. She then took off her necklace, and put it around my neck. It was a silver chain with a small silver cross, then she kissed me gently on the cheek and said she had go, and that was it." replied Ralph


"At least you got a kiss on your first meeting, not bad for a loser like you." laughed Reg


"I yelled out, how I can find you?, she said you will... you will. That night my travel companion, James was drunk and stoned out of his tree. We ran out of beers. He was too drunk, but I persuaded him to drive into town to buy some more beers. He never came back." Ralph said solemnly


"What? You know what this means, you indirectly killed James... sorry Ralph, I didn’t mean to make it sound like that, oh man this is heavy." said Reg


"If it wasn’t for my selfishness James would be alive and drinking a beer right here with us now. After the funeral I remembered my promise to her. One day I had this powerful urge to go there, so I caught a bus and found myself at the door to this church, I could hear them singing, I could smell the wooden pews, just as she described, I walked in and sat down. After they had finished singing I stood and walked up to the altar and spoke softly to the priest. I looked him square in the eye and told him that I have something very important to say." said Ralph


"Look at you Mr Church goer" sniggered Reg


"He must have sensed in his years of listening to people that what I had to say was in the spirit of the day, and he seemed to trust that it was important. And then he asked for my name and announced to the congregation that Ralph would like to say a few words." replied Ralph proudly


"Talk about déjà vu. What did you say?" asked Reg


" I Told the congregation of the story Anna told me the week before, and the promise I kept to her, then I told my story about James." said Ralph


"How did they react to that?" asked Reg


"Anna was right. I saw horrified faces, some were sort of nonchalant, some were sympathetic. I even saw the old couple she described crying. Then when I finished you could have heard a pin drop. I turned to the priest; his face was ashen white." said Ralph


"My face would be too. It’s pretty heavy stuff, so go on the suspense is killing me." said Reg


"The priest seemed in a state of shock and thanked me, then gestured me to sit and join the rest of the congregation. After the service, the priest came up to me and asked me if I would like to walk with him down by the river." Said Ralph


"I’m trying to picture you - Ralph, a grungy anarchist, with satanic tattoos and piercings on your nose, mouth and ears walking and talking by a river with a priest. Sorry, Sorry just give me a minute to make sense of that image." said Reg amusingly


"It gets better. The priest stops at a spot by the river and drops a massive bombshell on my head. He said Anna just walked into the river on a full moon, and drowned herself. It happened at this very spot a year ago, on the night she told her story" said Ralph


"Wow! that is crazy man!" Reg said as he sat up to listen more closely


"I started shaking, and nodding saying no no I saw her, I spoke with her right here a week ago jabbing my finger to the ground repeating the words “right here”, this very spot, this is where we parted, I started holding my head, I felt like my brain was going to explode. The priest put his hand on my shoulder to calm me down, eventually I calmed down." sighed Ralph


"Heaviest of heavies man" replied Reg


"The priest saw the small cross around my neck. He seemed to recognise it. I took it off and said Anna told me to give this to you. He looked at the back of the cross. It had an engraving "To Anna, God Is With You - Father Joseph" I asked him if he is father Joseph. He nodded and even managed a painful smile, he was. He started praying for her, and then I asked him if he remembered the hymn she sang at the door before she left." Said Ralph


"I'm still reeling man this is heavy stuff" said Reg


"He took out a small hymn book and I found myself standing beside him as we sang her favorite hymn. It was getting dark when we were about to turn to leave I looked up and we stood quietly watching at the full moon above the rustling tree line on the other side of the river." said Ralph


"Wow! I'm there in my mind man" said Reg


"Then before we walked away we both quietly said: “Rest in peace Anna” said Ralph


"That explains why you went all back to school, and studied so hard, instead of socialising, you got a message man, you’re a believer now!" exclaimed Reg


"It changed my life Reg. Something good came out of it." said Ralph


"Amen" said Reg smiling


"Amen brother." replied Ralph


The end.


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