Friday, August 20, 2010

THE YOUGHIOGHENY SCREAMS ~ By Absolutely*Kate of Harbinger*33 {ala #Flash Fiction}

THE YOUGHIOGHENY SCREAMS
By ~ Absolutely*Kate


Lying beside Gabe was his best bud, Duke. It had been a long night, but they'd made it. Thank God, they'd made it. Dawn shot light shards through a cathedral of cottonwoods on the west side of the ravine. Thankfully, the copse provided cover from where the hard-pressed duo had scrambled up doubletime from the brown river's edges churning danger below. Cross currents of mud and fear still swirled the mighty Youghiogheny. They knew it. Today was far from last night . . . but far from over as well.
 
Gabe listened, cautiously. Nope, only sound o'reverberation was Duke's steady, even, snoreless breathing, as if he comprehended even in sleep what a sound out of place could bring down upon them in this godforsaken suddenly out-of-sorts place. He slept the sleep of one who has come across challenge, met it well and yet held self and safety in deep reverent check. The challenge they'd begun a week ago seemed as if time and tumult had spit out a month of pain gone wrong.
 
Gabe had a bullet hole in his favourite blue-grey flannel shirt. Like the sinew of his scraped nerves, it was all loose in a bad bedraggle of a way. Dried blood marked the spot where Duke's flanked haunch had taken a hit of buckshot's better aim on the fly. Both the worse for their wear, they were priming timing and courage to go into the fray one more time. They had to. They couldn't leave her. Not this time. Not that way.

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The challenge they'd begun together had turned them from rapids-riding thrill seekers to unsuspecting prey. They didn't think that what they didn't know could hurt them. Who would that day? All was as right and bright in the world as the orange highlighter in the flash of the dazzle of her ringfinger hand. They plotted their voyage through puns and convictions. On the western side of the Allegheny Mountains they knew the mighty Youghiogheny ran northward into Pennsylvania, proud somehow of being but ten miles north of the headwaters of the stately Potomac. "When it gushes into the southwestern portion of the state between Fayette and Somerset counties, it flows northwest through a gap in X, Chestnut Ridge, see? Then it glides past X, Connellsville, joining the Monongahela at McKeesport, just southeast of our Slovak Club reception hall in Pittsburgh."
 
Naturally, Confluence, Pennsylvania gained a big orange X, just north of the border. He remembered how solemn the place on her brow where he traced his index finger became when she explained in her best history matters voice that George Washington knew instinctively how their rollicking river valley created such significant access through the mountains for both early settlers and military forces from Virginia to the Ohio Country: "In 1754, as a young diligent militia officer from the British colony of Virginia, the green George gained more than gumption, following our Youghiogheny to prove a water route to where the French held Fort Duquesne. Grist for his gumption ground its way home to ceremoniously become the George Washington Grist Mill in Perryopolis X, within northern Fayette County. My mom and daddy are from around there . . . you know?" She'd looked up so earnestly, so shyly, so warm and inviting like a mist on another scorcher of what August was serving up this year, he'd shoved map and marker aside and rolled his bride-to-be around on the braided rug for way more than a hug.
 
Mussed up and flushed up, but all the prettier for it, she'd continued orange marker tracing points of their adventure ~ X, "I want to see the remnants of the mill and walk the red bricks downtown where Daddy called Uncle Bob from the payphone at Perry Drug to tell him he'd won a new Schwinn in a radio contest and Grandpap was so mad at the prank and so fair at the punishment that he made him go out and buy one with his own money from workin' on Schwartz's farm. Then X, we have to hit Fallingwater, Frank Lloyd Wright's place where the water actually flows right through. Most people don't know he built so spectacular in a backwater. So that leaves X, Friendsville in the Upper Yough in the Wild River section, and of course the whitewater at X, Ohiopyle Falls."
 
"But it's only legal to run the falls one day a year ~ at the race festival."
 
"We say we're from out of town. We are now you know. We're just going home to where we'll build one day. We can get married in Pittsburgh at the confluence of those three rivers, but I don't want to live day in and day out in a city's hustle and bustle. I need gardens and barefeet wading and waking up to have coffee with you on the lawn in the dawn when mornin' sunshine is dapplin' our river. We'll find the bluff. I know we will. Everything will be OK. You'll see. What could go wrong?," got all muffled up in the kiss that just kept comin' with the capping of the orange marker.


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The wet nose nuzzled the back of Gabe's hand. Duke was ready to roll again, his muffled bark affirmed. "Oh Jenny ~ Hold on. We're coming back. I have a plan."


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To Be Continued
 where X marks the spot.

Next flashing Friday,
*AT THE BIJOU*


13 comments:

jdanetyler said...

Boy-oh-boy, you sure know how to crank up the ratchet on the tension don'tcha A*K? This is just a snappy li'l intro and I'm already tryin' to turn pages what ain't been penned yet. Leastways not posted yet.

You make 'em strong; like the coffee in Nelle's favorite greasy spoon. :)

Carrie said...

This was MAGNIFICENT. So many names dropped here, I felt my brain a growin' millions of HUGS to you dear sweet Kate. ABSOLUTELY.

Sugar said...

KatieMae, this cool splash of flash innundated my mind with good memories of Ohiopyle bicycling, Mon walks in Morgantown, and of course sprinkles of my Potomac. Add in a ripple of mystery, and I'm going to be counting the days 'til I can dip into Chapter 2, and drink it in.

Harry said...

Wow Katie*Girl! The time off has really got your creative juices gurgling. Mystery with history, romance and adventure, cant wait for the continuation!

ABSOLUTELY*KATE said...

OH YOU GUYS ... I was wonderin' how this one would splash ... most penned out in the car comin' through that very region of PA while Prof had dastardly maiming going on in the Custer audiobook of Nathaniel Philbrick's "Last Stand" ... HAR'S right (naturally), - creative juices gurgle different ways when one gets away from one's day to day ... exposure to audio-violence kinda stirred me a different reaction way too. Guess CARRIE noticed the stretch and reach and bringin' it all home. (touchstones, touchstones, places we've known and people like Ms C we delight in)

Speakin' of 'home', how touched I am to know sweet SUGAR knows some same trails traipsed in my youth from her side of the rushing rivers. That really connects me all the more to one of the greatest souls I shall wander with.

Ahhh JD the T, the earnest but not flim-flam flirtation-man of Nelle, takin' a break to watch my rapids rise before the rabids do. Damn good connotation of the 'strong' like the best cup o'Joe; but don't you go lettin' Albie hear you call his spoons greasy, hear?

Thanks. You grand writer'folks of my world made my own coffee grinnn. (It does, y'know) ~ Absolutely*Kate

Matthew S. Magda said...

Harry and Sugar have it right: mystery and history, or as I would say mystory. With the addition of geo for geomystory. Nature/geography is a big character here, nicely woven into the plot and setting in a way that shows its centuries long shadow.

This story flows like the Youghiogheny into unexpected channels with unexpected power. There is a deep quality to it that is especially felt by reading it aloud.

Splendid. Kate. Splendid.

Jeanette Cheezum said...

I loved being taken along with you on this trip. A bit of history and family rolled into one nice story.

ABSOLUTELY*KATE said...

JEANETTE ~ Thanks for your kind words and comin' along on the journey -- you don't mind whitewater rapids, do you?

MR MAGDA SIR ~ Figures YOU would come up with lauding geo-history-mystery in your inimitable (or indomitable) way. Takes a scholar to see that one can never see into the channels of a mighty river's flow. The fact that indeed you did read it out loud as your audiobook spouted Custer and Crazy Horse, has touched me 'deeply'. I shall carry on the danger portion of this tale. (whew)

~ Absolutely*Kate

Pamila Payne said...

You sure know how to start with a splash. What an exciting adventure tale you weave. Glad to see you back in all your prolific glory.

John Wiswell said...

That's quite a road trip, Kate. A fantasy of yours?

Eric J. Krause said...

Excellent story. Quite a thrill ride.

ABSOLUTELY*KATE said...

PAMILA, wise WISWELL and ERIC ~ Means much to see three such fine flash fictionados on the shores of my adventure spiel. John, I don't know if part of this is my own fantasy or not, but do you feel sometimes when the writing is white water rapiding out that instead of 'been there, done that', you're hankering to give it a try? Guess you kinda nailed that, given your instincts.

Thanks Eric and Pamila ~ it's good to be back -- from traipsing another part of the world (Turkey) and trekking a part of my deepest fears (my Dad), I know I returned far from the same person. Can primal be prolific?

~ Absolutely*Kate

Dan Djurdjevic said...

I think you were made for this genre: like the swirling rapids, you take the reader on a cacophonous, g-force powered ride. Excellent writing as always!

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