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"Dear Beezer" by Ellen Hecht (c) 2011

TO: Jimmy Beeson
San Quintin Prison

Dear Beezer:
Gully’s flooded. Been raining five days all in a row. Can’t go no place. Not much to do but help sand bag. Figured since they locked you up and you can’t go no place neither, I’d sit down and write you like you said I should some time.
Is it okay if I call you Beezer, still? Would the other guys in there laugh or what?
Guess who I seen the other day? Pete Westerhouse. It was him, honest-to-God, just the other day, in Ambercrombie’s, in town. Me and Ben, we seen him just standing there looking at the fuzzy toys. I just walk up to him and I says, “I can’t believe its Ol’ Westerhouse. Pete!” I says, “Its me, Margaret Trumble and my brother, Ben. You remember Ben.” He didn’t say a damn word. He just looked at us with that look, with the one lazy eye, you know? I took a good look back and you know what? He does look like my sister’s first kid. But don’t you worry. The second one’s yours for sure. My Daddy was saying just the other day how it’d been a long time since we seen Pete Westerhouse sniffing around, and there he was, big as life, in Ambercrombie’s in town. Wonder why he come back.
Just after we seen Pete, Angela went. She took both kids and said she was going all the way to Hollywood or maybe Montana. Can’t see why she’d want to go to Hollywood. Montana don’t sound so bad. It’s awful here without her. She told me I should say “Hey” when you come home. That might not be for a while. So “Hey.” Maybe I’ll leave here too. Sometime I will.
You know what? Last Sunday at the County Swap, I found a painting. It’s this pit bull painted on velvet and he’s wearing a clown outfit. Seems I remember Angela had one just like it and it was you give it to her. I used to stare at it for hours. Wonder where it went? Gosh, can you believe the artist painted two, and I’d come up on the other one? Didn’t think I’d ever get that lucky. What are the odds of a thing like that? And there it was, at the County Swap. Ain’t life strange?
The carnival is in town. Ever notice the guys who run the Ferris wheel all have teeth missing? Must be they was hockey players before or I don’t know. Wonder how they lost their teeth. Too much cotton candy maybe. Still, it must be a great job. You get to be at the carnival all the time. I bet you get to keep all the change that falls out of the people’s pockets. I wouldn’t mind working for the carnival. You get to travel all around. I might even drop by and visit you, I mean, if they’d let me and if I got a job with the carnival and it went where they got you at.
The carnival being in town reminds me of my Uncle Isaac. Before the Greyhound run him over, my Uncle Isaac worked for the Circus. It was him who would sell tickets to the Elks and Kiwanis every time the circus come to town. The year I was thirteen, Uncle Isaac showed up at my ma’s house. He brought a six pack of Coca Cola, and every morning he drunk cokes for breakfast. He brought me a poodle made out of balloons. After he left, I went berserk and tore it to bits. You shouldn’t give nobody but a little child a balloon animal. Hell, I was already thirteen. Guess I didn’t look like a woman yet. Ben says I sure look like one now. I got on one of Angela’s old dresses and I fill it up fine.
Do you remember the summer you dropped a brick on my big toe and it turned all colors and the nail fell off? Well, it grew back funny. So thanks a lot. Ha ha.
You said if I wrote, you’d write back in a hurry. You ever getting out? I heard my Ma talking about you being in prison and all and she said “They’re gonna throw away the key.” What in the world does that mean do you think?
Still your pal,
Margaret

P.S. Nobody ever asked me, but I believe that Chinese laundry burnt down by itself without no help at all.

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"Dear Beezer" by Ellen Hecht (c) 2011 by 


A naive girl, just budding into womanhood, Margaret lives in the outskirts of a rural town in the United States. This short story is written in the form of a letter she writes to her sister’s former boyfriend who they nicknamed Beezer. Perhaps you can read into it more than even she understands.

I am a photographer and a writer. If you enjoy odd, short stories, I have a folder in my RB portfolio titled “Short Stories / Writing.”

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Comments

  • Daphne Gonzalvez
    Daphne Gonzalvezalmost 4 years ago

    Ellen, your story is very cleverly crafted. The reader can certainly read more into it than Margaret does.

    Enjoyed reading it.
    Daphne

  • Michael McCasland
    Michael McCaslandalmost 4 years ago

    So funny, so uniquely descriptive and divisively capturing the reader. What a way to write. I love it.

  • I am blushing! Thank you for taking the time to write an eloquent critique. Can I use your comment for the inside jacket of the book? This story is included.

    – waddleudo

  • ian osborne
    ian osbornealmost 4 years ago

    Really like the style and the (not so) quaint humour. Nicely done!

  • Thanks so much, Ian. It was a self-imposed challenge. I hope you’ll read some of the others I’ve posted. They are each quite different from each other. Thanks for taking the time to visit and to comment.
    Cordially, Ellen (waddleudo)

    – waddleudo

  • Carla Wick/Jandelle Petters
    Carla Wick/Jan...almost 4 years ago

    How clever! :o)
    When I was first living on my own…I had a friend in the army who’s name was Christopher Robin……(first and middle name). EVERY letter I wrote I made sure his entire name was on the letter as when it became Mail Call……they’d always read the full name. He HATED being called the Poo Dude. :o)
    A favorite book of mine in college was a bunch of letter compiled together. This reminds me of that book.
    Thanx for submitting to our A Bit Of Mail in the Box group!

  • : ))
    Thank you! And thanks for the fun story about the Poo Dude too!
    Ellen

    – waddleudo

  • Karirose
    Kariroseover 3 years ago

    I heard the accent clear and strong in your words. Poor Margaret, but I suppose she’s happy in her ignorance enough. ;)

  • Hope it was fun to read. It was extremely fun to write. I wanted the reader to know more than Margaret. I appreciate that you “got it.” And that you’re taking the time!
    E

    – waddleudo

  • homeartist
    homeartistover 3 years ago

    Crazy dear Margaret has quite a voice. Very fun read.

  • Poor dear has no clue!!! LOL!
    Thank you for taking the time to read and “get” it.
    I think a Hug is in order,
    Cordially, Ellen

    – waddleudo

  • Maree Cardinale
    Maree Cardinaleover 3 years ago

    Ellen, you’re a natural! A very cleverly crafted and thoroughly enjoyable read!! I really like your mind!!
    Maree xx

  • I’m so flattered that you have taken the time to view and read from my portfolio. Thank you so much, Maree. I hope you’ll read more of my short stories in the Writing folder.
    Meantime, I’m a few clicks away from viewing your portfolio too!
    Cordially, Ellen

    – waddleudo

  • Leon Heyns
    Leon Heynsabout 3 years ago

    I very much enjoyed reading this story. Not being American, I guess I had to read slower as the writing is so apt for this story. That just made me see deeper into the story, thanks for sharing this funny, yet realistic account.

  • I’m so thrilled my story was being read on a catamaran in paradise! I have several more short stories – nothing burdonsome! Hah! Thank you!
    Cordially, Ellen

    – waddleudo

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