Thursday, March 10, 2011

Third Person Thursday: A Hero Arrives

Few people in the world could really say they knew much about him and even those people knew very little. All they could say was that he was a fighter.

As his namesake suggested, he was ready to stand in the ring and earn everything that came to him. He was prepared to have to battle for that which he valued and to stand up for what he thought was right. He already knew nothing came easy in this world, and he didn’t expect it to from day one. Hard times lie ahead. He found himself in a place that could be rough, cold and inhospitable at its best times and downright evil at its worst.

But there was hope. Many seemed to think the hope had arrived the same time he did. He wasn’t so sure yet whether that was people just needing to see hope in something new or if maybe it had been a coincidence that he and hope arrived at the same time, but they looked to him for strength either way. He felt he had no right to try and take that away from them or tell them they were fools, that there was no hope. He figured his best odds lie in trying to live up to the expectations.

But that fight was for another day. There would be plenty of battles, plenty of things to stand up to and more than his fair share of obstacles. Right now, he had put up as much fight as he had in him for a while and it was time to get some much needed rest.

His eyes were blurry and the amorphous shapes, the lights and darks before them, shifted and grew together and apart as things he could not understand moved about. He closed them, seeing as they weren’t much good to him right now anyway and felt the warmth around him. He breathed in his mother’s scent as she cradled him in her arms. And he heard his father’s voice whisper in his ear.

“Welcome to the world,” it said. “We love you, Rocky.”

1 comment:

  1. For anyone out there wondering, this is a short story dedicated to my new nephew, Rocky who was born Wednesday morning.

    It's nice to finally meet you, kid.