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Triadic Tales - Recovery - Short Story (Part Two)

Triadic Tales - Recovery - Short Story (Part Two)


I almost think he smiled at me. It chills me still. I don't know why I touched him. I guess I do. I couldn't believe he could do such a thing and I felt -- I don't know what I felt. 

Someone here is always watching. Security's intense. I am here because this is my job. 

The man sitting there doesn't move. The boy can't move. The whole thing is weird.

I am like that song. 

When I got married, young, and watched it all unravel, and ended up back home with two kids, I lost my religion.  Like the song. Except I was not in the spotlight. Until now. 

Will I go down in history as the nurse who attended him?  Will I have to explain?  Who knows? 

These days everything is  reality. 

Anyway, here is this boy they say is the devil incarnate, heaping language on him to separate him from them. And yes, he can charm the socks off anyone.

I think we could all be mass murderers underneath. And saints underneath. We have everything right here inside us. Meanness and violence. Reason and tenderness. Who's to judge? 

Can a nice person under the right circumstances become a mass murderer? Then go back to being nice? Like it never happened? 

What are the right circumstances for something like this? Is whatever it is understandable? There but for the grace of god, sort of? Why not?

I don't know.

All I know is when I reached out. it was not voluntary.


I saw her.

She actually touched the son of a bitch. They must have seen it. I'll report it anyway.

Now we'll have to check her out. Does she know the guy? 

Jesus. I don't believe this. 

Here I am, redeemed from the purgatory of pushing paper out in Worcester. Moved in a nanosecond. Here. At the frigging epicenter.

I guess this is the kind of thing that juices reporters. Being there. 

Well right now, no one more there than me.

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Stephen C. Rose (1936-) was born in New York City and raised there. He currently lives there. He was educated at Trinity, Exeter, Williams and Union Theological Seminary. He served in the Student Interracial Ministry in Nashville. He founded and edited the prize-winning Renewal Magazine in Chicago and studied with C. A. Doxiadis in Athens. His first books "The Grass Roots Church" and "Who's Killing The Church" established him as a prominent critic of American Protestantism and American religion. He was and remains a civil rights activist. He has interviewed and done in depth pieces on Saul Alinsky and Martin Luther King, Jr. He won awards for editorial courage and for two documentary films. He has written and published many songs and musical works including "We Are All Americans". During the late 90s and early 2000s he worked for UN agencies, most recently editing CHOICES Magazine at UNDP. Since 2000 he has written several books for distribution via K…