| Straight: Romantic: A Lonely Man (1/10) |
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The lonely man sat by the window of his apartment. Looking out, dreaming of distant far away lands. He dreamt of women holding him, loving him. Anything that made him forget his real life. The life he hated with all of his heart. Many nights he would curse the Heavens above for giving him the life and the miserable body he had. He had been born on a cold, rainy day in July. The doctors knew something was wrong from the start of his mother’s pregnancy. But, nothing had ever been said to her about it. They knew the drug they had given the mother to sleep had done damage to the little fetus. When he was born, the cruel doctors found out. The little baby had more defects than any of the doctors had ever seen. His little arms would hardly bend. His little hands were bent under, never to move. His legs were crossed like those of an Indian sitting by the campfire and were amputated 9 years later, giving the young boy some relief from the pain that haunted him. The years flew by for others, but to him a day seemed like a year. Another day to be poked by a doctor. Another day for kids to laugh at him. Another day for a cold hearted girl to laugh when he asked her on a date. Another night to cry himself to sleep. As he got older, he began to start working out. Day after day, he exercised every minute he could. Building his weak body into a very strong one. He began to compete in wheelchair races and won all that he entered. He grew into a fine young man full of confidence until another cold-hearted girl knocked him down. A few years after he turned 18 he moved out on his own. Leaving the state hospital that had raised him. It was the only home he had ever known. His mother put him there when it came clear that she could never raise the baby without help. His father had died only months before he was to be born. He had found a nice wheelchair accessible apartment only a few blocks from the Pacific Ocean in, San Diego. It looked like a tropical island with all of the strange and beautiful plants that surrounded the man made lagoon. It was a nice place and very quiet. And, on nice days he would race his wheelchair the short distance to the beach and dream that love and happiness would some day come his way. 2. It was a nice sunny day with a cool breeze blowing off the ocean. He sat in the small front yard of his apartment dreaming away the day as he had done thousands of times before. On this day, he dreamt his most favorite dream of all. A Major-League baseball player that could hit home runs with the greatest of ease and could run like the wind. “Hello.” A soft whisper invaded his dream world. “Hello.” The soft and sweet voice said again, bringing him from the dream world, he loved so much. His eyes opened and the bright sun that filled the sky blinded him. Then he saw her, a dream come true. She had long; thin brown hair with big green eyes and a smiled that went from ear to ear showing all of sparkling white teeth. “Hi! I’m Michelle. I moved in just across |
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Romantic indeed...
