{"id":2481,"date":"2014-03-13T23:23:53","date_gmt":"2014-03-13T23:23:53","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/shortstories\/?p=2481"},"modified":"2014-03-13T23:28:01","modified_gmt":"2014-03-13T23:28:01","slug":"the-river-by-ed-nichols","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/shortstories\/the-river-by-ed-nichols\/","title":{"rendered":"The River by Ed Nichols"},"content":{"rendered":"

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\u00a0The River<\/h1>\n

by Ed\u00a0Nichols<\/p>\n

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John Cabe liked to eat his lunch in the gazebo. The roof provided shade and the open sides let him watch the town square. He always ate his lunch in the gazebo after he finished mowing the courthouse lawn. He ate slowly and sipped iced tea from his thermos. Occasionally a warm breeze would bring the cut grass smell through the gazebo.<\/p>\n

He watched traffic going around the square. Gears changing, engines purring and knocking, tires making soft screeching sounds on the hot asphalt. He watched people milling about town. Some days, tourists stop and take pictures of the gazebo. Occasionally they take a picture of the large granite Veteran\u2019s Memorial which is located on the lawn halfway between the courthouse and the gazebo.<\/p>\n

For over twenty-five years, John Cabe has been cutting the grass around the Habersham County courthouse, and around the gazebo and the Veteran\u2019s Memorial. He has never charged the county a penny. Sometimes, in the late afternoon, he likes to sit in the gazebo and watch the sun go down behind the mountains. And when the street lights come on, he listens for the first sounds of the crickets and tree frogs starting their night songs along the river.<\/p>\n

Later that afternoon, John Cabe shaved and showered, and put on a clean shirt and<\/p>\n

overalls. He left his house on Waters Street and walked down to the city park beside the Soque River. He sat on a bench overlooking the river. He knew so well the soft gurgling sounds the river made. Occasionally, he would lean forward, arms on his knees, and stare downstream to where the river disappeared around a bend. The river will always be here<\/i>, he thought. Its soothing waters had helped him get through a lot in his lifetime. If I hadn\u2019t lived here, in this little town near this river, I probably would\u2019ve died, too. <\/i>He leaned back on the bench and stared up at the sky. Life can be hard. But the simple things, the simple ways, can somehow ease the burden, he had always reasoned.<\/p>\n

Finally, John Cabe stood up and started back uptown. The sun was setting and there were a few people about. He walked across the grass to the Veteran\u2019s Memorial. Slowly, he traced his fingers down the list of names, reading each out loud. Hoping, somehow hoping, that one name was gone, had never been etched in the granite. That maybe he\u2019d just had a bad dream. But, his fingers stopped on: Bobby Cabe 4\/12\/48 – 6\/15\/69. Leaning hard against the granite, he closed his eyes and let the memories wash over him. He didn\u2019t try to push the memories away. He let them come, just as he always had, just as he always would.<\/p>\n

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President of Nichols Consulting. \u00a0Graduate of University of Georgia. \u00a0Thirty years Human Resource experience. \u00a0Seminar leader. \u00a0Published non-fiction author: The 8 Great Principles of Managing. \u00a0Written two novels (unpublished), and several short stories, (one published). \u00a0Short story award winner from Southeastern Writer\u2019s Association. A story accepted this month by an online press to be published in June.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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