Day written in red.Part 2 The diamond
My name is Sam Smothers and I am a freelance reporter for any tabloid that will buy my stories. Now its true I have exaggerated on a few stories but the one I am about to write is true.
It begins with my arrival for an interview with the quizzical writer cc.slim that after several attempts accepted my request for an interview. I verify that the address I have written down matches the address on the door. The door has a sign that states ENTER IF UNLOCKED. I grasp the door and I enter.
I cast a cursory glance around the sparsely decorated office and my eyes fixed on the back of fellow leaning over his desk as if asleep. Above his desk a doll of Woody the toy story cowboy astride a big bass while waving a sombrero. Beside that was a buck deer skull with a kid’s pair of bright red reindeer antlers popping straight up and a broken arrow resting cradled in the horns. Propped beside the desk was a red toy stick horse with the name BUCK written on the handle. A big plaque adorned his desk with bold words that I found myself reading out loud.
If you would not be forgotten
As soon as you are dead and rotten,
Either write things worthy reading,
Or do things worth the writing
Ben Franklin the man says suddenly taken me totally by surprise.
As he turned in his chair he slipped a cowboy hat on and stood up to face me. I looked up to see this tall cowboy smiling at me from ear to ear like he was glad to see me.
Hi there young fellow my name is cc.slim and you must be Sam.
Why yes! Yes it is! I said trying to gain my composure.
Shaking my hand he asks So Sam please excuse me if I get right to it but what I can do for you?
Just a few questions that your readers would like to know. Like where do you get your ideas to write about I quickly ask.
Grab a seat Sam over there and pull it up to the desk he says.
While rolling a chair over to the desk I noticed his desk lamp on and two shiny objects lying under the light.
You know funny you should ask such a question he chuckled adding
I have here lying on the desk two diamonds with one real and one fake. Look close how this desk light reflects the same in both yet one is imposter. Both are very well cut and very clear of internal defects. Still one is phony.
What does this have to do with my question I ask bewildered?
Come on he says grabbing the stones and my arm and pulled me outside into the sunlight Excuse me! Maybe you can answer my next question if your uncomfortable answering the first question? I asked impatiently.
Without saying a word he holds them out in the sunlight and beholds the real diamond dazzled our eyes with light streams of icy blues and fiery reds in fluxed with beams of white. Beauty far and beyond the fake’s dull luster.
To answer your question is right before your eyes and put to heart. Then applying what your heart tells you are correct. He says with his eyes never wavering from the dazzling diamond.
Okay I replied stretching the word out upon my immediate thought of how I was going to fabricate something worth selling. Let me pose my last question. I ask while rolling my eyes while thinking to myself of where to begin to tell this story.
Why do you write? I quickly ask ready to end this and get out and make some serious money.
Because he says pausing so long I couldn’t help interrupting with my own question
Because?
Relax young fellow he curtly replied and listen to my day. Let me begin with I saw a beautiful sunrise. I was shown there was a wrong and right side. I learned that to reach one must find what can be seen. I found that not one is better than the other and all are of quality. I felt the joy of sharing and the shock of why.
Hold it right there I cut in asking. What do you mean shock of why?
This diamond, was in my wife’s ring he says while holding it out continuing but only this morning while I was fishing it was knocked out of her ring lost to the ground. She searched and searched and came up empty.
Then you came home found and became her hero. Finishing his sentence with what I had added up in my mind.
Contrary to that, I did nothing, sitting just as you found me dumbfounded. You see I had a wonderful morning and came home to feel sadness and to hear the hurt. I was handed the fake diamond to hold while she cleaned up her sale and to change clothes. Then she was going to go and have this fake mounted by the jeweler. You understand young fellow I felt her heart. Here one moment was given, next taken away. The only plan of action I could think of was to find her comfort and moments later she suddenly appeared in my doorway. Eyes glistened like diamonds from the tears of joy as she smiled at me upon handing me the real diamond. She proceeded to tell me as she was pulling down the garage door she took a moment in private closed her eyes and opened them only to stare right at the diamond shining forth in a brilliant blue. Now, given back. So Sam if you seen any of this with your heart then no more can be said and if you need more to be said then enough has been said.
He turns toward the doorway and steps partially in the door and turns to say.
I thank you for the visit Sam but I do have to sit down and analyze and understand all that was given to me today. I could see he was not going to give me the chance to ask or add anymore questions.
And as we stand there, at the doorway he asks me.
Young fellow what if your heart was like one of these diamonds would it shine like the real McCoy or fizzle out under pure light? Today this is what I leave for you to decide. He then winked at me and shut and locked the door before I could say thank you or anything.
Now I am having trouble adlibbing um fabricating or even attempting to change what this guy said because I think he’s nuts and in need of medication and writing anything but the truth about him would be insane on my part.
So where is my next sucker and heart why yes I have one and diamonds do sit well with it and I will let them do my shining for me. Bah! Crazy man and after I show you readers how goofy he is you can draw the same conclusion. He is, now what is happening to my pen or is it me. Does any one else see things written in RED!!
