Get Out of the Car

          Traveling away from joy and adventure, the Beederman car ended in a dirty welding town. A man’s leadership had been supplanted. Marked as broken, disabled and that of a worthless drunk, Jim spent years in the car trying to make a way for Annie and their son. A profound spiritual awakening was sleeping in the mist.
          Escaping pain in order to enjoy suffering, Annie chased after the desires of her youth. Her family thrust into the pit of old ways being driven by hopelessness gave Annie convincing power to have Jim follow her path of sinking her family to nothing.
         Resisting the creation of her own family from the very start, the miraculous car accident made Nick in an instant of resistant hope. Nicholas bought Jim time to dream. Banking on Jim as a way out from the past she feared, Annie’s was forced to nothing through her own determination of returning to a past that had nothing lasting to offer.
          Jim’s dreams had become fraud to Annie, and her hopes were gambled by a man incapable of rescuing her from her terror. Convinced she hated Jim more than the town she had once escaped, Nick would surely have a lost future much the same as Jim’s. A permanent disdain for her husband took Annie to the prediction that her son’s life would be unrealized, but she had failed to see the irony to her own miserable conclusions that her son’s wife would be miserable much the same.
          Filled with fear of the town and disgust of Jim, Annie’s decay of self seemed to promise a hope never delivered by her leading man. Annie’s rescue by herself and from herself would materialize in efforts to rescue only herself. Jim wanted to restore life to all the impossible brokenness of a family held hostage between Annie’s spiritual defeat and Jim’s impossible goals of a future of light in a dark town made of stolen guarantees. Getting out of the car wasn’t safe, and a strategy for how the boy would make it was shifting.
          Jim gambled away time and money at drinking games with town drunks wasting away as the backdrop for one man truly trying to win the only game left. Blue-collar opportunities offered a good man only the image of a common drunk chasing burning windmills.
          On the rainiest of days, hunched-over brick walls wept for the Beederman’s. No nice old ladies or sweet young misses were there to comfort, and Nick was left to stare at empty streets and a silver keyhole to a glove compartment. Then, Jim finally won the prize.
          In the celebration, keys were left swinging in the ignition. The thought of Annie’s glimmering eyes brought Jim to life. The glove compartment was opened at the exact moment a dresser drawer was opened across town.
          Jim had stolen the gun each morning from her after she checked to see if it was there. He put it back each night. Annie’s hopelessness was thrown to the bottom of the river not far from where bullets had washed away long ago. Jim made it certain there would never be violence, pain, or a prison again, and as Jim pulled up with Nick in the new car, Annie didn’t hesitate to take a seat. They were finally on their way out of town for good.