Roy and Joni: When Dreams and
Hearts Collide
(After Several Months of Not Writing
Fiction, Here’s My Latest Effort)
CHAPTER 2
Roy Wilson was
a novice, a neophyte, a newbie in all matters of expressive adult love.
From his open
upstairs window, he could not feel much of a breeze to the humid, hot summer
nights. Living in the country had more than a few hardships; but, there were
sounds and smells the urban environment could never duplicate. The katydids
played a nightly staccato concert just outside his bedroom. In the woods just
south of his home the mournful call of whippoorwills punctuated the dreamy
night air. Occasionally, a hoot owl, sitting alone on an unknown tree, came
forth with a bass note of emphasis which completed the nocturnal orchestra. The
intoxicating heavy aroma of honeysuckle blooms, located just across the graveled
lane, served as a welcomed consolation to the stale air in his bedroom that was
too hot in the summer and too cold in the winter. Roy often told himself, all
things considered, that his country location was as close to Heaven a fellow of
19 could get without dying. Nightly sleep would have gently occurred much sooner
had he not always been thinking about her---Joni Marlow.
Joni lived
closer to the city and her home was air
conditioned and the only nightly sounds she heard at night was the DJ from a
Rock n’ Roll radio station located in the state capitol. “Mr. Action Jackson”
was like most DJ’s on her AM radio, he talked too much---“Honey child, I’m your
man with my plan!” Joni knew his 11 pm sign on phrase by heart: ”AJ the DJ is feeling
fine and sharing my time playing the big records with the little holes and the
little records with the big holes!” Joni, like most female radio listeners,
had a mental image of her favorite DJ as a tall, Honor Graduate of the Charles
Atlas Body Building course. In point of fact, he was overweight and stood 5
feet 9 inches in his Chuck Taylor tennis shoes. Each night he had three or four
Mars Bars near the turntable in his cramped studio. When his 57 year old producer
was still in a popular watering hole, located a couple of buildings north of
the radio station having just one more for the road, the deep voice DJ had to
pull his own records and try to finish the poorly written commercials on time.
Joni did think a lot about Roy---he was her latest fixer-upper project. A little work here, a little work there and Roy would be ready to venture forth into the world of his dreams.
Joni did think a lot about Roy---he was her latest fixer-upper project. A little work here, a little work there and Roy would be ready to venture forth into the world of his dreams.
(To Be Continued)
Glenn <><
Just West of Yesterday
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