Misconstrued Thoughts : Yesterday's Misconstrued Thoughts Today

Creative Writing Thursday (Is it the ending?)

Part? I lost count.

Elbert reached up in the closet to the highest shelf and pulled down the oak cabinet. There within was the revolver that his father had given him so many years earilier. His father of course never intended it to be used in a vile way, but he simply had used it with his children to train them to shoot. Back in the bayoo the kids had to learn to shoot the various varmin that would scamper into the familys garden. But Elbert was looking to a use way beyond what his father had ever invisioned. Elbert pulled down the box, and hobbled toward the bed, opening it there sat the revolver. In the velvet casing next to the gun lay six bullets. Elbert placed all six bullets into the chamber.

Elberts mind was somewhat numb from reality. Today was the day, today he would be famous. Elbert walked toward the chesterdraers and pulled out his best undergarments. “I”ve got to look my best from top to bottom today”, Elbert stated as be dressed. Elbert walked into his closet and pulled out his best suit, a three piece suit, and a tie. “I have to look my best today, Elbert thought. As he walked toward the bed and set down his suit Elbert thought, “I’m good at enduring the heat too, I’ll be known for that as well. He returned to his chesterdrawers and pulled out his long underwear. No one would wear such an item in the middle of the summer. But Elbert was, he was proud he could endure the heat. Endure it better than anyone else. Elbert sat down the long underwear next to his suit, and begin to assemble what he considered his suit of fame.

As Elbert looked back to where only hangers lay on the bed, he turned away. There was no turning back, fame would be his on this day. He turned the lights out in the bedroom and pulled the door behind him. It was still early, and the morning light was all the filled the room, and orange tint lit the room and cast a warmth of feeling on Elbert. Its to early to leave yet, thought Elbert, “its not even 7 AM yet, the president doesn’t go through till 10 AM”. I’ll just sit down here and get ready for my day. Elbert sat in his chair where he always sat, and thought back to past times. Yet these thoughts of past times and past people began to overwhelm him. Could he actually make this decision? “They are all gone, I’ll be gone soon, all I can do is leave a name, I must do this, no more thinking”, exclaimed Elbert. “In fact the best way to do this is go ahead and travel across town”. Elbert looked at the revolver which lay in his lap. “Today is the day.”

Standing up he clinched the revolver and walked toward the door. Sitting the revolver down on the table next to the pictures of his wife and son, he was moved to turn their images downward. “Why could this make me feel I’m doing something to them?” asked Elbert. “They are gone, I’ll be gone too soon.” He pulled down his heavy coat, “they’ll also know I could endure heat too”. thought Elbert. Elbert picked up the revolver and placed it in his bottom coat pocket. Elbert reached for the door knob and began to walk through the door, taking one final look backward to the house he figured never to see again, he leaned back up the pictures he had just turned downward. Looking at his dear wife and son, he turned away with hesitation, and walked out the door, pulling the door too behind him.