Sparks War (original draft), Robbie Keith [thriller books to read .TXT] 📗

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“Breakfast in 15 minutes Jonny. And don’t forget to make your bed.”
Always a mom I guess Jon thought. Jon slowly sat up in the bed, his legs dangling over the side on the floor. Jon massaged his face, and scalp trying to wake up a little faster.
Jon could hear the sounds of frying pans, and spatulas. He could smell sweet things, and smoky things. He couldn’t wait to see what Mom made. Jon got up and walked over to the bedroom door, opened it and walked across the hall to the bath room. Now looking in the mirror, his hair was a mess. That’s what happens I guess when you don’t roll over every once in a while. Your hair looks steam pressed, and the rest of it sticks straight up, he thought. Jon fixed his hair. He walked to his bedroom, fixed his bed, grabbed his pack and followed his nose downstairs to what he imagined would be a feast.
Jon had imagined right. It was a feast. Trixie had prepared Belgian waffles with some left over apple pie filling she had topping them. Trixie loved baking pies, especially this time of year. She had also made a couple omelets, some sausage and ham. Jon was in heaven and he let his mom know it.
“This is awesome Mom. I love it “
“I’m glad you like it honey “
After breakfast Jon and his mother cleaned up the dishes, put them in the dishwasher, turned it on, and headed towards the front door towards their unknown adventure. Jon was particularly concerned about his Mom as he was unsure of the dangers that lay ahead. His father’s disappearance, alleged death, and now reappearance made Jon feel very uneasy. Knowing that his father worked for governments caused him to wonder what kind of trickery might be in their future. Trixie however was more concerned about Jon being warm enough.
“Don’t tell me that is the only coat you brought with you Jonny. “
Smiling chesherly “Yeh mom I’ll be ok “.
They both walked out the front door, Trixie locking the door behind her. Walking with new senses of purpose they both mounted their bikes simultaneously after Slipping on their helmets and securing their packs. Both looking straight ahead with synchronized turns of the key, the two bikes screamed in harmony with each other, and were off to the interstate.
Jon and his mother rode free in the cool morning darkness. The sun would be rising in about an hour, and the highway was already showing traffic activity for the morning rush hour. Once they made it past Boston their road was pretty clear until they hit northern Indiana as the night time traffic was heading north into Chicago. They would stop in Joliet Illinois for the night as 12 hours on their rides was long enough.
Jon was very excited to get going the next morning as they would be stopping in Colorado. As Jon and Trixie both left their separate hotel rooms, they still had what seemed to be a certain sense of purpose. A purpose that could only be seen by looking at their faces and watching them walk. Trixie dressed in the same type of style Jon did with exception of the denim jacket. Trixie was a rather thin woman and she was far more affected by the elements than Jon was. They would ride interstate 80 from Joliet to the Colorado boarder then hop on the 76 right into Denver.
Waking up in Denver at around 3 am was the plan. They wanted to get to long beach sometime in the afternoon as it would be close to another 15 hour ride from Denver. They would take the 76, the 70 and the 15 through Colorado, Utah, the bottom hook of Nevada, right into Long beach. The ride was just beautiful but slightly treacherous as they rode through the Rockies and the southwest portion of the cascade Mt ranges. There was no snow on the roads, but there was some on the mountain sides in the Rockies. It was a long and hard ride as it was just about 1000 miles from Denver.
It had actually taken about 17 hours to get there which put them at about 8 pm. As much as they wanted to, they knew they didn’t have it in them to investigate the local BMW dealer. In reality they probably spent 5 hours to many on their bikes. They would take a good night’s sleep in a hotel and get a fresh start in the morning
Its 930 pm and Trixie is resting awake sitting on a blue couch in her hotel room. She left the sliding door to her room’s balcony open so she can hear the ocean waves crashing against the beach. The full moon’s reflection shimmers as the sea breeze moves little caps of the ocean surface on the horizon. Trixie reaches over to the bed and pulls the covers towards her. She snatches the pillow off her bed, and lay across the couch all snuggled in a big poofy comforter. She closes her eyes, listening to the power of creation just outside her room. It is moments like these that she always is reminded of how big God really is.
Trixie was always in awe of how God had put everything in motion to be self sufficient. Everything moves as it should everyday she thought. She would often times refer to Gods timing as the ultimate rhythm section. Once the music’s been written he just lets the band play. And if the crowd gets out of hand he’ll just send in security is all. She had a knack for coming up with her own kingdom parables. She just loved communicating God in ways that were so simple to understand. Trixie hoped that she and Jonny would have a spot in God’s musical tomorrow, or would they just become part of the crowd. NO she thought, there was a definite purpose for her son and for Jack as well. She wanted, and was so ready for a miracle.
Its 1030 pm now and Jon can’t sleep through his nerves. He stands against his slider window, his head resting on his forearm peering out at the moon wondering if his father is anywhere near looking at the same moon. With the slider closed and locked Jon can almost feel how percussive the ocean is as the waves slam the shore, feeling the slight vibration on chilly double pained glass. Jon feeling a sense of desperation rests his right hand on the slider windows handle thinking he needs to get as close to God as possible . He slowly flips the latch and smoothly pulls the slider door open. The curtains that surround the opening catch the ocean breeze swirling about until the rest of the room accepts the new cool air, the tails of the curtains just swinging a few inches in what seems to be random directions. Jon steps out on to the balcony as if he were entering some grand arena of some kind. He took a couple steps towards the balcony’s edge leaning on the white picket rail. Jon looked out at the moon feeling the evening air on his face. They were in southern California so the October air was not as harsh as it was for most of his ride. As Jon looked out into the horizon, focusing on the sky that seemed to separate the moon from the ocean surface, he knew that God was looking right at him.
“God, am I doing this the right way? Mom is with me I don’t feel right about it. I love having her here, but I am afraid for her.”
And right in the very center of Jon’s being he could hear,
“Do not throw away your confidence Jon; you’re going to be rewarded for it. You have been trained by me and those who love you. I will direct your path if you will just seek and trust me Jon. Your mom is with you, and I direct her path as well. Trust Me Jon.”
Jon could almost feel his burden get heavier. But he knew the voice of God, and couldn’t argue. Perhaps Jon would have felt more at ease if God had said that his fears were well founded, that his mother shouldn’t be going with him any further. Really, Jon should have known better, as much peace as God would give him he was never one for making it easy for Jon. With the heavy burden came a feeling of power. That was not an uncommon feeling for Jon after just having a conversation with “The Creator of Everything we can and cannot see.”
Jon’s tired body moved away from the balcony’s rail over to the soft lounge chair nooked in the corner of the balcony. His body losing most of its strength right then and there he plummeted on the long soft relaxing chair. With an absolute clear mind Jon fell asleep.
As Jon and his mother rode from the hotel on their way to the BMW dealer they could feel the warm southern air beating down on their helmets. Visions of palm trees, ocean wakes and California beach goers seemed to almost fade into existence. Jon felt so free , he was thinking of his father still alive , he had thoughts of his “ dream girl “ as he saw his mom riding in his side view mirror about one car length behind him . He had visions of a wonderful future with his new found family.
Going through an intersection the light just turning yellow Jon checking his mothers position once more as she seemed to be a little further back about one and a half car lengths . Trixie sped up to beat the red light.
Jon watched in horror as a yellow H3 hummer hoping to beat everyone else off the line with the upcoming green light. Plowed into Trixies bike, catching the black Triumph on its back wheel, spinning it carelessly through the air across the street. Jon couldn’t see his mother anymore , everything seemed to move in slow motion as Jon turned the beamer around , and just before Trixies bike went careening into the beach…………….
Jon woke up…… still in the lounge chair on his hotels balcony, his heart beating like the sound of wild horses running at full speed across the plain . It took a full minute for Jon to realize it was just a dream. It was still dark and he was having a hard time distinguishing between reality and fantasy. Jon quickly got up, his heart still going crazy. He looked out to that same empty space where God was watching over him. He couldn’t see the moon anymore as it was now shining over the hotel directly, but he could still see its silvery distorted reflection on the waves. Jon reached into his jean pocket and pulled out his cell phone. 12:39 pm, Jon had a lot more sleeping to do. He walked through the already opened slider, pulled on the handle and shut the door keeping it unlocked. Jon still shaking the effects of his dream from his mind said.
“O God “with a worried voice “be with us,” collapsing on his bed fully exhausted.