I'm a dweeb.

My friend Dylan handed me a postcard he carries with him at all times of two deer in the forest. I asked him what the significance of the postcard was, he said their was none. It was just something he stole from his friend. So I spent the hour he was in class writing out a story for the postcard. Not great but he sure seemed to like it. haha enjoy!

December 17^th, 1978, Whitefish, Montana: I sit quietly on the last stable piece of furniture left in my humble abode. Once, a happy place filled with laughter, joy and the company of friends and family, now filled with dread, sorrow, and the regret of making the wrong turn down the interstate of my demise. The winter came and my tiny shack had turned into a casket, with me alone inside, to be buried at the will of god’s power. My shelter was filled with but few things: a bed as hard as the wooden floor in stood upon with no pillow and a sheet sharper than the edges of a razorblade; a fireplace frozen over from the harsh weather, filled with ashes of pictures and letters that screamed the name JAMIE over and over and over again; a refrigerator with nothing in it but a badly dented can of tomato soup and two dried out moldy apple cores; and finally, the very chair I sit in with a half empty bottle of whisky in my left hand and a gun in the right. For the past few weeks, I had gone on long walks through the forest, before the snow had engulfed its beauty. Occasionally hunt, being my only way of getting any kind of nourishment. The meat cooked to a burnt crisp to my delight, and the blood drank from my pure dehydration and growing insanity. Into the night I walked, carrying with me the very gun I lay holding and in a sense of euphoria from the whisky that flows through my veins. I wandered for hours, screaming the name of the one I, at that point, blamed for the condition I stood in. The snow started to fall and wind accompanying it. It was only a matter of minutes until the path I had been walking became a blur of white and ice. I was lost and afraid, with no way to go but forward. I fought vigorously for what felt like seven lifetimes until I came across a small cave where I would fight for my very survival just so I could carry on with my life of pity and failure. I began to grow weak and faint from the harsh wind beating against my chest. My eyes grew heavy as the opening of the cave started to close in front of me. Only a giant sheet of white was visible in my eyesight. I stared into its eyes, like it was sucking my very soul essence out of my body. But then, suddenly, a figure appeared behind the sheet of white, and then another. A mother deer and her fawn stood before me, startling me. I raise my gun in an attempt to scare them off, ready to pull the trigger if so needed. The deer stand staring directly into my eyes but not fleeing. For the moment, it felt as if though they were staring into my very past and reading my thoughts to understand the pain I was feeling. The creatures slowly made their way closer, step by step becoming a little less cautious. My hand becomes shaky and my finger closer to the trigger. It was only a matter of time until the deer were but a few feet from my freezing self. My arm weak, lowers the gun to my side and the deer make their way to me. The mother sat parallel beside me, as if inviting me to use her fur as a pillow for weary head. The fawn rested in my lap in the attempt to warn my torso with its bushy fur. The three of us were now huddled in this cave, hoping for dear life that we make it out alive. I lose consciousness. I awake the next morning, alone, to the sight of sun, trees and the chirping of birds. I began to question what had happened and how exactly I came to be in this cave. Was it all just a dream? Was my life saved by these two courageous animals or did I imagine it all? I stood; no gun in my hand but instead a photo: A photo of the two very deer that I know now to be my very saviors. Were these my guardian angels in the form of two mere animals? I ponder that question to this very day and smile every time I think it. This picture is with me always, knowing that the mother deer and her fawn are watching over me. Always.