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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 3 – Advanced)
Topic: fathers (06/06/05)

TITLE: The Porches
By Kyle Chezum
06/11/05


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Afternoon had latened to evening beyond the houses and a dry wind had picked up when Karen stomped out onto the back porch to sulk. Summer was fading from the air, taking with it the last of her freedom. School would start in a week—tenth grade. But, for once, that wasn’t what was bothering her.

She slumped onto the porch steps and brushed a rebellious strand of hair back from her face. Near the beginning of summer she had trimmed her hair and dyed it a gothic black, and ever since then it had been getting in her way. Not that she was going to tell anyone.

Her friends had probably gone to the skate park without her, she knew. None of them skated; mostly they just went to get stoned or drunk or laid. Any other night Karen would have been there with them.

But her dad had grounded her. Again.

She kicked at the cobwebs that fluttered among the weeds at her feet. She had missed curfew the night before—ten minutes, big deal. Her dad was acting paranoid for some reason. He’d been that way ever since the accident. Before Jeff had flipped his truck across the freeway median and gotten slammed by a rig, Karen would never have been grounded from going to a skate park. She probably wouldn’t have dyed her hair, either. Nothing was the same anymore.

Wind guttered along the fence, and she glanced toward the neighboring yard. Crazy Ray was sweeping his patio. A boom box sat inside his kitchen window, sputtering fuzzy strains of mariachi. Out on the lawn, a rusty barbecue was letting thin curls of smoke into the dry air. Crazy Ray was whistling, humming to the music. He noticed her watching him and grinned. “Well, howdy doo, Miss Kay! And what great philosophies are you contemplating this fine evening?”

Karen forced a smile. “I’m bored out of my skull.”

Crazy Ray nodded approvingly. “Sounds like a high order of thought, to be sure.” He gestured toward the grill. “You want to come over and have some shish kabobs? I got plenty!”

“No thanks.” Karen shook her head. “I’m not in the mood.”

“Well, so you ain’t. You upset about something?”

She sighed. “I’m grounded, and my dad’s being a total jerk. He hates my friends and finds any excuse he can to keep me away from them.” She got up and strode across the darkening yard to the fence, letting the wind pull her hair down across her eyes again. “I can’t stand it anymore.”

“To be sure, to be sure.” Crazy Ray set the broom aside and crossed to the barbecue. He opened the lid, releasing a cloud of black smoke. “You ever wonder why he don’t like your friends?”

Karen shrugged. “I guess he’s afraid I’ll end up on drugs or pregnant or something.”

Crazy Ray dumped a bottle of barbecue sauce over the strips of chicken that sizzled on the grill, then shut the lid and turned to face her. “Well, that seems mighty ridiculous, don’t it.” There was a twinkle in his eye.

“Yeah, I mean—” She hesitated, realizing what he meant. “Some of my friends do that kind of stuff, but I don’t. Not much.”

Crazy Ray nodded, grinning. He stepped down from the patio and joined her at the fence. “How much you gotta do it before you get hurt?”

Karen looked at the ground. “Not much.”

“You ever thought, Miss Kay, that your dad might just be trying to keep you safe?”

She scoffed. “Sure, but—I mean, he doesn’t have to be a jerk.”

Crazy Ray laughed, the sound echoing between the houses. “Well, you gotta give him a chance. You know, when your brother died, your dad got mighty scared. Scared for you. Scared you’re gonna die too.”

“Missing curfew by ten minutes isn’t going to get me killed.”

Crazy Ray held up his hands. “I never said that. Maybe it wasn’t right for your dad to ground you because you was late. But he just wants the best for you, see?”

She shrugged. “Yeah. I guess I should talk to him.”

“Talking helps, don’t it.” He was grinning. “How about you and your dad come over for some dinner? Then we can all talk!”

Karen grinned. “Sure. I’ll be right back.”

She moved toward the back door, feeling the dusky wind lift her hair. As she opened the screen, she could hear Crazy Ray whistling, sweeping his porch.


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Sally Hanan06/13/05
Methink Crazy Ray isn't quite so crazy. Nicely done.
Judy Anderson06/14/05
This is an enjoyable story filled with true perspectives of parents and teens. Sometimes it takes an objective "crazy" outsider to show the way.
Thank you!
Shari Armstrong 06/14/05
Nice way to have an impartial ear for her to realize that her dad was just worried, especially after losing a son. This has potential to be expanded into a longer piece.
dub W06/15/05
A fun read, thanks.
darlene hight06/15/05
Enjoyed the characters. Nice read.
Anthony Tophoney06/16/05
Strong characters and dialogue. I like the touches of atmosphere used to enhance the piece but not weigh it down. Great job!
Joanne Malley06/16/05
You painted a vivid picture of Crazy Ray and Karen. Nicely written piece with strands of hope dispersed near the end. Enjoyed the descriptive writing in this story. :)
Lynda Lee Schab 06/16/05
Strong story once again. Pulled me in and held my attention to the end. Wonderful "in the box" writing. See? You do have it in you... LOL
Blessings, Lynda
Pat Guy 06/16/05
I wish Crazy Joe was a neighbor of mine! Sounds like he cooks reaaal goood and invites the neighbors! You created a believable ambience - well done!
Val Clark06/17/05
Believable characters, story and great sense of place. Just a leeeetle confused with this sentence:
Her friends had probably gone to the skate park without her, she knew. A enjoyable read.
Tesiri Moweta06/17/05
Nice Paradox;Crazy Ray bringing sanity to the house.Did God not say He will use the foolish things to confound the wise? Great story and very well written.
Amy Michelle Wiley 06/17/05
I liked it (even if it wasn't very dusty). LOL Great job!
Suzanne R06/20/05
Now I get your hint! (Hindsight is 20/20) Well done, as always. Although you say it is 'in the box', it is one of the only entries where the father doesn't actually appear at all (and hasn't already passed on) yet is very much a key part of the piece. Great work.
Debbie OConnor06/20/05
This was one of my favorite pieces of the week. Awesome work as always! I love your characters and you delivered a great message.
Karen Deikun06/20/05
Kyle, this is one of your best pieces. I really liked the development of the characters here, especially the neighbor. Really nice work.