From Rockybado: Robot King of the Island
After several rounds of kickball, Brody wanted to break away from his group of friends for a while and find ways to recharge his mind. Brody’s friends and brothers were still with the creatures when he walked far enough away so that he could be by himself. Just for an hour or two.
The boy walked down a beautiful path full of red leaves, squirrels, and walnuts. He could feel the breeze stroke his messy brown hair. It felt good. It felt very good to walk down a path with the breeze in his face. However, the walk down the trail was not quite enough for him to recharge. He also felt like he needed a little guidance in life. He was all alone in the forest until he could hear a weird voice calling random male names.
“Sam, Jacob, Ryan, Josh, William, David, Brian, Benjamin, Brody….”
Brody raised an eyebrow and attempted to walk closer to whoever was calling off these random names. This “person” did not have a voice that he would have recognized. Out of curiosity, he still walked closer and closer to this person. Once he approached the voice, he realized it was a tiny pink lady, no more than five feet tall. This person looked like an old grandmother; the wrinkles, the dyed red hair, and the apparel from 1942 could give it away.
“You called?” Brody asked with sudden apprehension.
“Why, yes, yes,” the lady responded with glee. “Who must you be?”
“I’m Brody Ingram. Who are you?”
“My name is Prudence McCallister. But just call me Grandma. It’ll make your life so much easier if you call me by that name.”
Brody let out a heavy sigh. He had no idea what to think. He just paid attention to his breathing, which grew heavier as he was feeling very uneasy about the entire situation.
“So, where must you be from, boy?” Grandma questioned.
“Crown Point, Indiana,” Brody answered, now feeling more apprehensive.
“My, yes. I know several people from around that general area.”
“That’s good to know.”
“So, what brings you here, Brody?”
“I heard my name being called.”
“And I’d like to know why you called my name?”
“I’d like to gather some insight.”
“Don’t worry. I like being able to help everyone. I can tell that people are distraught by just looking at them.”
“And you think I’m distraught?”
Brody thought for a moment and shrugged his shoulders. He did not feel like arguing, since he was somewhat at peace. He went with Grandma to a room that contained wallpaper that looked much like the scenery of Rhode Island. Grandma then looked at him blankly.
“So, are you really at peace, or are you just saying that?” she questioned him.
Brody did not know what to say, so he remained quiet. Grandma told him to take off his socks and shoes. Then, Brody had to lie on the floor on his belly.
“Brody Andrew Ingram, you seem like….”
“How do you know my full name?”
“My brains have told me, boy.”
“What is David’s full name?”
“David Baker Ingram.”
“Wow. You are good.”
“Anyway, you seem like the person who needs a little bit of enlightening.”
“I guess so.”
“Just take my directions seriously. You got it?”
Brody nodded with a little less apprehension. He was actually starting to see the amazement in this little old woman. She must have been a fortune teller after all.
“Brody, you need to listen to your heart. Listen to what it tells you.”
While lying on the floor on his stomach, Brody cupped both hands underneath the left side of his chest. He could, of course, feel his own heart beating in his hands. Doing this made him feel like he was caressing a small animal, only it was his own being inside himself. It was pretty cool and somewhat peaceful. Grandma just stood there and smiled.
“Now, be very quiet. What do you hear?”
Four seconds later, Brody could hear the faint sound of a heartbeat. It was a little fast, but it was very pleasurable. Then, he could hear the sound of gentle breathing. Every time he took a breath, the sound matched his breathing. Brody blushed for a few seconds. It was the sound of the life inside him. It was the sounds of the heart and lungs that actually belonged to him. He lay on the floor quietly and paid closer attention to his steady heartbeat.
“Brody Andrew Ingram, let me tell you what I can see. You are very intelligent. I can tell by how you keep your hair. You have a deep hunger for knowledge. I can tell by how fast your heartbeat is. You are also very stubborn and headstrong. I can tell by how you hold yourself,” The lady’s voice echoed across the room.
At least Brody perceived it as an echo. It mixed in well with the pounding of his heartbeat and the gentle whooshes of his breathing. Nothing was real. It was all an image. His eyes were closed. But, while closing his eyes, he imagined a blank pink color, and then glittery diamonds that moved around. He then imagined himself in a tulip garden with a lot of different colored flowers, ranging from cerulean to cyan to chartreuse, to indigo to malachite to scarlet. He was surrounded by a magenta sky, indicating that he was in Calignobia. There were still the sounds of his breathing and his heartbeat, which sped up over a matter of time. There was a huge body of water that was right in the middle of the tulip garden, and the tulips, for some odd reason, started dancing in the wind, to Brody’s breathing.
Then, Rockybado and the other boys appeared out of nowhere and decided to frolic in the tulip fields. The sky turned from magenta to fuchsia, meaning that it was now about nine o’clock in the evening. Then, everyone sat down by the body of water and stared at the sunset.
Meanwhile, back at Rockybado’s place, David and the other boys noticed that Brody had been gone for over an hour, and they started to get worried. Adam and Toby stayed with Rockybado.
David and Andrew walked in the direction that they remembered Brody walking. In the sienna dirt, they noticed some footprints, which they assumed belonged to Brody. They followed these footprints to a cottage, and they approached the small house in a matter of minutes. When the boys walked up to the door, David decided to knock on it. The door opened fifteen seconds after he knocked on it.
“Hello?” the old lady’s voice boomed.
“Hello. Is Brody here?” David asked rather politely.
“Who is Brody?”
David thought for about ten seconds, and then decided to make his move.
“I don’t have time for this,” he said as he barged into the cottage with Andrew. They walked over to the common area, and they saw Brody lying on the floor like a kitten.
“Let’s get him out of here,” Andrew stated.
The boys struggled for five minutes to pick up David’s younger brother, but they somehow handled it rather well. David carried Brody up to his waist, and Andrew had his upper body, and he made sure he wasn’t hurt. The two boys took him back to Rockybado’s place and put him on the sofa in the common area. Afterwards, the boys returned to playing outside while Brody was sleeping.
When Brody finally woke up, he found himself on Rockybado’s sofa. He woke up slowly, sat up on the sofa, rubbed his neck with his hand, and couldn’t decipher where he was. After fifteen seconds, he lay back down on the sofa. It was too comfortable, and he did not want to get out of bed. It seemed as if today was going to be one of those days that he was not supposed to get up.
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