Love Against the Odds

Chapter Three

I snapped back to reality after remembering the one night Nate and I had as lovers. I was walking home and realized tomorrow was trash day tomorrow for the thrift shop.Rummaging through their dumpster was like Christmas to me! One person’s trash could be turned into a sculpture by me. As I glanced down alley I see it is very full so I will plan to come in the morning as night time in an alley makes me nervous. Once home I got out of my waitress uniform and into some leggings and a long t shirt. I grabbed a box of scrap metal I recently found and dumped them out on the floor. I looked for a while hoping a sculpture form would come to me, but it didn’t. So I started picking up the individual pieces and held them waiting for their stories to be told.  A large bent piece of pipe belonged to a young man who wanted to make a pipe for his dirt bike. The next piece was a foot peg for a dirt bike. I think I see a theme. Maybe my sculpture needs to have a dirt bike, speed, racing theme.  While holding a piece of scrap metal in my hand a spirit appeared before me. He was a boy around 9 or 10 years old wearing a motor cross outfit. “That piece was from the muffler of my bike” he said “I was racing when I lost control of my bike in a jump. I fell to ground while by bike crashed and slid away. The racer behind me landed on my neck. I died right there on the race track.”  I looked at him with a sad face and he looked back at me with a shocked look. “Did you hear me?” He asked.

“Yes I did!” I replied  “I am so sorry about your accident, how old are you?” 

“10 when I died, that was 4 years ago. My dad finally threw out my spare bike parts just last week. I have talked  to him many times but he can’t hear me.”  He said with his head low. “What are going to do with all my parts?”  

“Make a sculpture.” I replied “What is you name? I will name my sculpture after you.” 

“That would be so cool! Could you show it to my dad? He would love that! My name is Caleb.” 

“Sure I can show your dad when it is done. What did you want to be when you grew up?” 

“Air Force pilot.” 

“Interesting” I said “I think I have my plan”

Caleb then faded away. Always sad when I meet a spirit of a child.  I will name my sculpture The Flight of Caleb. I am envisioning a motor bike, a jet and angel.