[stylist] New THOUGHT PROVOKER #154- White Canes and Windmills

[Ben]

That's a neat one. If only i'd started using the cane @ a younger  
age.....

Ben

On Feb 14, 2010, at 5:20 PM, "Robert Leslie Newman" <newmanrl at cox.net>  
wrote:

> Fellow Writers
>
> RE: White Canes and Windmills
>
>
>
> Here is my 154th THOUGHT PROVOKER and it is again my turn to present  
> a TP.
> This newest provoker has a young boy getting ready to go off to  
> school and
> for the first time, take and use his new long white cane in front of  
> all his
> peers. Needless to say, young master Danny is nervous and is having  
> to face
> down some of his inner-most, devils. If you have not read the  
> PROVOKER, it
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> THOUGHT PROVOKER 154
>
> White Canes and Windmills
>
>
>
> In his bedroom, Danny picked up his long white cane, his first. Its  
> weight
> was easy to handle. Holding it up and straight out before him, he  
> gave it a
> tentative sword-like, back-and-forth swish. This would be his first  
> day
> using it at school and he couldn't kid himself, he was nervous about  
> how
> people would react to him.
>
>
>
> "Danny," his mother called up to him from downstairs. "Come down.  
> You need
> to start walking to school, son."
>
>
>
> "Sixty seconds, Mom." Lowering the cane, positioning it at center,  
> Danny
> tapped it left to right in the two-point touch method he had been  
> taught.
> "Wonder what the girls will think?" Danny looked inward and began to
> fantasize.
>
>
>
> It was a warm day. It was after school and he was walking home,  
> using his
> new cane. At Maple and Main, the usual group of snooty girls was  
> gathered,
> visiting. Danny knew they saw him coming; his stride was confident,
> shoulders back, head up, swinging in a steady rhythm, arching his  
> cane, not
> staring down at shuffling feet like before. He was truckin'!
>
>
>
> DING-DING, the ice-cream truck drove by.
>
>
>
> "Oh, stop, stop!" Cried all the girls, but the truck kept on rolling  
> down
> the street.
>
>
>
> "I'll stop him!" In his dream, Danny leaps forward; cane flashing; he
> sprints down the walk; catches up with the truck; reaches out and  
> taps the
> windshield with his cane tip; the truck stops.
>
>
>
> "Danny." his mother calls again.
>
>
>
> "Yes Mom, just 40 seconds." Feeling excited about what he might be  
> able to
> use his cane for, Danny lifts it up, this time in the on-guard sword
> position. In his fantasy he is now on the neighborhood playground,  
> walking
> with his cane and . . .
>
>
>
> "Hey Squint, where's your magnifying glasses and what's that wimpy  
> stick?"
> The blunt end of a baseball bat poked into Danny's stomach,  
> punctuating the
> bully's last word.
>
>
>
> Danny jumps back, whirls a three-sixty and with the tip of his cane  
> flicks
> the bully's baseball hat off his head.
>
>
>
> "Hey!" Taken by surprise, the bully retaliates, swinging the bat.
>
>
>
> The WHOOSH of the oncoming danger cues Danny to step back and the  
> bat swings
> by harmlessly. Countering with his trusty cane, Danny steps forward  
> and
> spanks the bully sharply on the seat of his pants.
>
>
>
> "OUCH! Grrr, I'll get you for that!" Bat pulled back for another  
> swing, the
> bully leaps forward.
>
>
>
> Danny jumps onto a lower rung of a set of climbing bars; the bully  
> swings
> again; Danny sidesteps; RING the bat strikes the bars; the bat  
> brakes; the
> bully yells with the pain of the splintering wood in his hands; Danny
> thrusts out, inserting the dirty tip of his cane into the bully's open
> mouth.
>
>
>
> "Danny?" His mother's voice brings him back. "Are you coming?"
>
>
>
> "Twenty seconds, Mom." Danny's pumped, his thoughts are racing,  
> seeing great
> potential for him and his new cane; maybe even school-wide fame. . .
>
>
>
> The scene is the crowded school's playground. He visualizes the  
> towering
> structures of the wind turbines lining the edge of the school's  
> property.
> This was recess and the kids were doing what they've done since the
> windmills were built--they watched the whirling propellers, boasting  
> on what
> they'd do if they could climb the towers.
>
>
>
> Walking out in front of all the gathered students, Danny snaps on a  
> hook to
> the tip-end of his cane; he jumps skyward; he hooks a blade as it  
> swings
> down; he is lifted up and rides around waving to the astonishment and
> admiration of all.
>
>
>
> "Danny, you need to come down, now!"
>
>
>
> "Yes, Mom." New cane in hand, Danny speeds downstairs, ready to  
> tackle the
> day.
>
>
>
>
> Robert Leslie Newman
> Author of THOUGHT PROVOKER
> http://www.thoughtprovoker.info <http://www.thoughtprovoker.info/>
> Thought Is The First Step To Beyond
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