Sunday, August 23, 2009

Couch

This story ends with us on the couch, held hostage by an inebriated man waving a 9mm like he is conducting an orchestra. Maybe that's where the story begins though, because everything that has happened up to this point loses significance the moment he decides to pull the trigger.

Music massaged our chest with its rhythm, bringing smiles to friendly faces. Just a typical college Friday, until the door busts in, the brass door knob pushing its way through the sheet rock as an exclamation point. The world loses coherence as bodies start flying from the end of fists, a horde of invaders making their claim on the apartment and we have no idea who they are. Chaos ebbs and flows until battle lines are drawn, opposing armies regrouping on the fringes to the realization that they kicked the wrong door in and the damsel in distress they were trying to save is not here...

You would think they would check the apartment number before starting a war, but they are not the only ones to make that mistake.

Peace returns to the land with a nervous chuckle, as they sheepishly file their way back through the breech roaming into the darkness with renewed conquest. Music resumes, in the absence of conversation as we all slump back on the couch contemplating the oddities of life. Breathing is interrupted once again as the door flies into the room, followed by the barrel of a gun.

Sweat slick fingers grasp, my future wife, if there is hope for a future. Pride and anger hang like a cloud across his eyes, here to defend the honor of the men who came to defend the honor of the missing damsel in distress...in the wrong apartment...

Pride and anger...bring out the fool in all of us.

Tense moments later he sits on the couch, a puddle of tears forming around his feet, as he thinks of what might have been.

And so do we.

35 comments:

Harnett-Hargrove said...

The kind of memory that makes your heart race even though the danger is ten thousand miles away and ten years past. -Jayne

otin said...

Wow Brian! Is this non fiction? Chilling!

Lady Mama said...

What a terrifying experience. I imagine you can still feel the fear of that night.

Brian Miller said...

@jayne - yes indeed. T and I were talking about it tonight before posted...crazy moments.

@otin - 100% non-fiction...

@lady mama - pretty chilling, even though its been 15 years...

lakeviewer said...

Oh, scary! What happened the second time with the gunmen?

Hit 40 said...

We had a police helicopter straight over our house at 2 am. The flash light shined through our windows like a scene from close encounters. It was freaking scary!!! (Plus, I like to sleep nude. A little TMI for you) The cops were chasing some burgary suspects who happened to run into our backyard. They got trapped by the fences. The cops tackled them on our front lawn. The kids were little at the time and slept though the whole thing.

willow said...

Scar-eeee!!!

Ronda Laveen said...

Emotions push people to do crazy a** things.

Daniel said...

O.K. this was a bit scary. I am sure that I have not had such an "adventure" in my time. Maybe these folks sensed that one day (probably on a Sunday), that you would need a topic to blog about? Perhaps, ..., perhaps.

Kathleen said...

Oh, my. I don't imagine that's one you'll ever forget!

darsden said...

oooh the chills I got. Wow, I am sure that is re-lived a lot..along with the what if's. Speechless!

Nancy said...

These types of "mistakes" are often deadly. I am so glad he disolved into a puddle of tears and not innocent blood.
Wow, what a story!

Kay said...

oh, the thought of it! a peaceful interruption, as another life is suffering, as the search continues. the peace of which you gladly chuckle at the 'mistakes' and 'error' yet someone lie in disarray at that very moment, waiting to be saved, to be jailed... amazing.

Alan Burnett said...

Your stories inhabit a half-way world somewhere between a teasing dream and horrific reality. Strong stuff

Lorraine said...

You scared me and for once, it didn't stop being scary...oh man, I'm so glad you and your fiançée made it and brought forth beautiful children...now that I know it's ok, I have to go back and read it again!

Lorraine said...

read it again, seriously you have to write a novel in the few seconds you have to spare ;), the entire world should know of your talent...

Baino said...

God that really happened. . don't get me started on gun control then! Very scary stuff.

Gaston Studio said...

Definitely chilling!

Wings said...

I don't know what to say. Or write. Quite a tale!

Betsy said...

Yikes!

Ashley Kay said...

Oh wow, it's funny I ran into your blog because last night I was remembering the night that me and my family were held hostage at gun point not knowing whether we would make it out of it alive. It made me tear up a bit, to remember it- I must have been five. It's one of the earliest memories I have. Sometimes I wish I could forget it. I'm glad you and your family are still here with us.

Ashley Kay
http://lillawyer.blogspot.com

tony said...

on such edges do knives twist......

JeffScape said...

This is excellent and one of my favorites from you. Poetic description and straightforward narration is balanced near-perfectly.

Nicely done.

books,coffee,etc.... said...

Hi! Brian,
Wow! some "mistake"...
What a very vivid, very descriptive, recollection.
Like author MacDonald said, of author Raymond Chandler,
you write like a slumming angel, but your writing is nonfiction.
Thanks, for sharing!
DeeDee ;-D

subtorp77 said...

Brian, d'oh! Can't anyone read anymore? And who pays for all the( mental )damage? not to mention the wall, wot? Yikes!

Joanna Jenkins said...

Holy crap! That is scary.
Glad you are okay.

Madame DeFarge said...

My but your life sounds fascinating, in a glad it didn't happen to me type of way.

Sande said...

Talk about a quick course in gaining perspective.

"What's Important In Life 101" taken and passed in fifteen small minutes I'd say.

Pastor Sharon said...

This one left me in tears. . . . You have the ability to set us down right in the middle of the action with your words. Thank you for that!

Shrinky said...

Oh, what a dreadful, terrifying experience, I cannot imagine the horror you must have felt. Moments like that never quite leave you, do they? Thanks for recounting it, it is a worthy entry in Davids Post of the Day.

only a movie said...

What a nightmare. Congrats on POTD.

Stacy (the Random Cool Chick) said...

That's definitely an experience that would never be forgotten...

Lori ann said...

Hi Brian,

Oh dear! how terrifying. You are a talented writer, are you thinking of a book? Thank you for the congrats on POTD mention and same to You!

ds said...

Wow. It will take awhile for the adrenalin to return to normal levels (has yours?)--and "I" wasn't even there. But you wrote it as if "I" were. Well done. Scary, but well done!

VALKYRIEN said...

What a scary experience! And you write about it so well!
Gongrats on POTD, and thank you for stopping by!