Jürgen Jost

The Island

The Island

 

"He's dead“, the man with the curly black beard said. He was standing in front of his shopping cart surrounded by plastic bags, blankets and clothes.

"What?" somebody gasped. The two women started to sob.

 

"When you get that flesh-eating disease, there's nothing you can do," the man said after a while.

The one-legged woman with broken teeth had moved her wheelchair in and out of traffic all morning, panhandling with a cardboard sign that read "Anything helps“. She was only in her forties, but looked much older than she was.

"At least he's not suffering any more,“ she said. "Damn, I loved that man like a brother,“ the man with the beard moaned. "What was his last name?"

Somebody tacked a picture of their dead friend, a cardboard sign with his name and some flowers to a tree. The other woman had just shot her first bag of heroin for the day. When they weren't begging or shooting heroin, they drank cheap booze, smoked crack or cigarettes.

"Oh, my God," she said, when she heard the news. "Why did you die?" she cried. "Why didn't you take care of yourself?"

 

Their dead friend had been the leader of the island for many years. He had taught them how to word their signs, how to survive in the downtown traffic, where to find shelter. He often gave away his last sandwich, or his last shot of heroin. He took care of the others. He had mild, brown eyes and was good-natured, with a permanent smile and a soft voice.

'We watch out for each other,' he used to say. 'Who the hell else will?' His friends said that he always made them think things could be OK. He was kind of their heart.

 

That afternoon, the bearded man and the woman decided to go to the hospital to identify their friend to make sure it was really him.

"Who was he?" the woman asked. "He was a doper most of his life," replied the man. "Where from?" "No clue. His dad was a drunk and left the family. His mother died in an apartment fire. Cigarette. When he was 10, his grandparents took him in. But then he dropped out of high school and got out." "No job?" the woman asked "Yeah, a few odd ones here and there. Started smoking pot started early, then heroin. Drifted around. He was all over the place."

 

At first the morgue attendant tried to chase them away. "I'm his stepbrother," the bearded man lied. "Wait here," the attendant said. After a few minutes a door opened and there he was: laid out on a bier in a white body bag, his face uncovered. It looked as if he was smiling.

"He asked the doctor to give you this," the young man said. "He said he wouldn't need it anymore."

The woman slowly opened the brown paper bag. In her hand she held a tiny chocolate bar. They stood several minutes, staring at the peaceful face.

"He's in a better place now, he's not suffering anymore," the bearded man whispered.

 

The attendant had been waiting patiently at the entrance. He watched them carefully.

"Love never fails,“ the young man said and stepped towards the bier. "My father can show you ways out of this,“ he said in a calm voice.

The bearded man and the woman looked at each other for a few moments.

Then they walked out silently. A little later they left the morgue and followed the attendant. For a brief moment the sun peeked out from behind the clouds. They did not return to the island.

 

Diesen Beitrag empfehlen:

Mit eigenem Mail-Programm empfehlen

 

Die Rechte und die Verantwortlichkeit für diesen Beitrag liegen beim Autor (Jürgen Jost).
Der Beitrag wurde von Jürgen Jost auf e-Stories.de eingesendet.
Die Betreiber von e-Stories.de übernehmen keine Haftung für den Beitrag oder vom Autoren verlinkte Inhalte.
Veröffentlicht auf e-Stories.de am 22.06.2021. - Infos zum Urheberrecht / Haftungsausschluss (Disclaimer).

 

Der Autor:

  Jürgen Jost als Lieblingsautor markieren

Bücher unserer Autoren:

cover

Auch Kühe brauchen mal Urlaub - Gute Nacht Geschichten von Susanne Schulmann



Kleine Kindergeschichten, in die man sich hineinversetzen kann. Kühe, die dringend Urlaub brauchen, Borkenkäferkinder, die ohne ihre Nussschale nicht Schlitten fahren können und sich erst einmal auf die spannende Suche begeben, ein Mistkäfermann Namens Hugo Müffelklotz, der eine Freundin sucht und ein Restaurant führt indem man Butterblumensuppe essen kann, ein Mückenmädchen, das verloren gegangen ist, ein Kakadu, der zum Südpol will, eine kleine Fledermaus, die eine Guten Tag Geschichten zum Einschlafen braucht und noch andere Abenteuer. Kindergeschichten zum Vorlesen und mit Bildern zum Ausmalen.

Möchtest Du Dein eigenes Buch hier vorstellen?
Weitere Infos!

Leserkommentare (0)


Deine Meinung:

Deine Meinung ist uns und den Autoren wichtig!
Diese sollte jedoch sachlich sein und nicht die Autoren persönlich beleidigen. Wir behalten uns das Recht vor diese Einträge zu löschen!

Dein Kommentar erscheint öffentlich auf der Homepage - Für private Kommentare sende eine Mail an den Autoren!

Navigation

Vorheriger Titel Nächster Titel

Beschwerde an die Redaktion

Autor: Änderungen kannst Du im Mitgliedsbereich vornehmen!

Mehr aus der Kategorie "Drugs and Addiction" (Englische Kurzgeschichten)

Weitere Beiträge von Jürgen Jost

Hat Dir dieser Beitrag gefallen?
Dann schau Dir doch mal diese Vorschläge an:

Fallen - Jürgen Jost (Everyday Life)
A Long, Dry Season - William Vaudrain (Life)