Running Through the Park

Tom was running along through the forest at top speed, looking over his shoulder. They were still chasing behind him. He turned back around only to find himself running dead smack into a giant oak tree. He laid there in agony and pain only seeing bright light and red colors before his eyes. He closed his eyes so that the sun wouldn’t make his pain feel worse. He heard footsteps approach while he lay on the grass. He had no way of escaping from these guys this time. It looked like it was all over, and whatever these two guys were up to, was about to happen right now. So he let the pain take over causing him to pass out.

Tom awoke in a bed. He opened up his eyes slowly and looked around. He was in the hospital. The bright lights in his room were starting to make his head hurt and throb. He wanted to sit up a bit so he wouldn’t be staring up at the bright lights. He slid up in the bed and tried to sit up, but his head was throbbing too much for him to move.

“Now sir, you should stay in bed,” he heard a voice say. “You just woke up and you haven’t gotten used to the drugs yet.”

He turned to his side and saw a young nurse dressed in white staring at him. He smiled at her, getting ready to say something witty, when he noticed the two men that were following him in the forest.

“Besides you have visitors, you should thank them. They called for the ambulance to get you here. You hit your head pretty hard and were lucky they found you. I will leave you two alone so that you can show them some thanks and gratitude.”

“Wait,” Tom called after the nurse. He was afraid these two were going to hurt him.

“Hey Mr., look we didn’t mean to startle you earlier, but you see we wanted to give you something.” One of the men spoke up. He had a full beard and looked at him with such care. “You see my friend here saw you drop your wallet and we were trying to give it back to you. I know we don’t look like the nicest people in town, but we wanted to give it back.”

The other man came towards Tom and handed him his wallet. “Please check to make sure everything is there.”

Tom looked in his wallet and was assured everything was there. “Thank you so much.” He looked down feeling ashamed for running away like that. He reached in his wallet and pulled out his last one hundred dollar bill. “Here you guys go. For your trouble and for the awful way I treated you.”

“No sir, we don’t want anything.”

“No take it, please. You deserve it.”

The two men looked at each other and shrugged. The one who gave him his wallet came up and took the money. “Thanks sir.”

“You’re welcome. By the way what are your names?”

“I’m Buddy.” He smiled at Tom.

“I’m Jeff.”

“Nice to meet you Buddy and Jeff, I’m Tom. If you want later we can all grab something to eat if you want.” He reached into his wallet and took out his card and handed them both to Buddy. “You can call my cell number when you want to go. I think I have to stay here for a while.”

Buddy smiled and walked over to Jeff. “Thank you very much sir…Tom.”

Tom smiled he was glad he made someone’s day. Too bad they didn’t know that he had lost his job this week. He had actually had about fifty dollars left in his wallet, but a few hundred in his bank account wasn’t going to keep him afloat. Still he had done what was right and that’s all that mattered.

Jeff looked at Tom’s card. “You’re a graphics designer?”

“Yes I am.”

“Well we have our own marketing firm and would like to see some of your work?”

“You do?”

“Yes. If you look at the back of your business card, you will see our company’s name.” Jeff walked up to the side of the bed. “Here’s my business card. We’ll have dinner with you tonight and you bring your portfolio. I’m sure we’ll have a place for you at our firm. I’m glad that we met.”

“Me too,” replied Tom. He smiled at both of them and wished his headache would go away. He would have to find all of his latest works. He hoped by tomorrow he would have a new job and some new friends. He waved as they left his room.


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