The First Meeting

The First Meeting

The morning dew hung heavy on the tall grass near the pond where the boy fished.  He came here often in the early morning hours.  He thought his best thoughts here.  It was quiet.  The frogs croaking, the insects buzzing.  Life here was close to perfect.  So why was it Hannibal Heyes couldn’t stop thinking about what life was like somewhere else?  He’d never been farther than the county fair, yet in his mind he could see the places he’d only read about in books.  The great pyramids in Egypt, knights and kings in Europe, huge animals you’d never believe were real in a place called Africa.  His heart longed for the opportunity to see the world, but his feet were stuck, planted on a farm in Kansas.

Today a soft noise drew him from his thoughts.  A young boy with curly, blond hair appeared across the pond eating an apple and wiping his mouth clumsily on his sleeve.  The two saw each other at precisely the same moment, their eyes locking.  The blond boy, who appeared to be a couple years younger than Hannibal, approached without any reservations.  He held an apple out in his dirty hand.

Hannibal accepted the offering, “Ain’t seen ya around here before, kid, what’s yer name?”

“Jed Curry,” came the reply through a mouthful of apple.  “Just moved here from Pennsylvania.”

“You must be the family that bought the old Mason farm next to ours.  My name’s Hannibal Heyes.”  Hannibal held out his hand like he’d seen his father do when he met someone new and the two joined hands.  In that moment, two fates were sealed as one.

***

From here, you can pretty much guess the rest of the story.  There were the pranks in the schoolyard, a couple stolen kisses from Mary Sue with the pigtails, (she never told them whose she liked better) an incident or two of frogs in the teacher’s lunch pail and of course those long luxurious summer days spent fishing and skinny dipping in the pond.

Each boy with his dreams.  Each boy with hopes he expressed only to the other.  Neither one suspecting the grim reality of their future. So, it is here we will leave them, in the blissful innocence of their youth.  Basking in the warmth of the summer sun, their futures waiting to be written.

Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author. The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise. No copyright infringement is intended.

January 2008

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