SONGS THAT I THINK SHOULD BE IN MOVIES- Four Jacks and a Jill “Master Jack”
My eyes are focused on the rusted padlock as I grab the fire poker he left in the shed. I swing at the lock with all my might breaking it apart one clash after another. Falling to pieces, I hit it again for good measure.
The metal sheet used as a door flies open and the sunlight hits my face making me feel a kind of warmth I haven’t felt in years. I look straight ahead and start running as fast as I can through the field of green. The air filling my lungs tastes sweet.
All the long nights of incoherent rambling and rigorous routines he put me through almost seem like a bad dream now. Cleaning the stove once every four hours to protect from government contamination, memorizing minute details from hardware store catalogues, and selling homemade jam under his watch on the street are just a few of the tasks he forced me to do. He even talked to an imaginary friend who was three feet tall and could predict the future. The rants on the corruption of food corporations and bizarre household chores would never be a part of my life again.
He took me from my home and taught me everything that’s wrong with the world. I didn’t know society’s evils or the idiosyncrasies of a lonely begrudged person living in the woods. It was all new to me.
I had to do everything he said If I were to ever leave and I did.
In the distance I can see a road with cars on it. Cars full of people listening to the radio, eating sunflower seeds, talking cheerily amongst themselves, waiting to pick me up and take me away from this place.
When I reach the road, a pickup truck immediately stops and rolls down the window.
“Need a ride?”
I hop in the truck with no hesitation and notice the driver has a patch over his right eye.
“It’s been a long strange journey, but there’s not much more left to go”
I sit silent looking out the window knowing I’ll never come back.
