THE DEVIL LIGHT
By
DAVY
JOHNSON
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THE DEVIL LIGHT
By
DAVY
JOHNSON
INTRODUCTION
The narrator is Davy Johnson who is also a character in this
short story that goes by the name David Williams along with his brothers
Raymond and Willie Jr. Their father is
Willie Williams and their mother's name is Mary in this tale.
They have two pets; Lester
a parrot and Chester their cat.
THE DEVIL LIGHT
By
DAVY
JOHNSON
About The Author
Davy Johnson is a native
New Yorker and has lived there all of his life. He attended the public schools and is now attending Brooklyn
College. His first exposure to
literature was in elementary school where he picked up a book in the reading
center entitled, "Beowulf," and he has been hooked on reading and
writing ever since. He would pick up
the same book time after time, even though he had read it so many times. He was fascinated with the monster Grendel
and with Beowulf's bravery in fighting and killing the monster Grendel. Reading has always been a number one
pleasure for the author and narrator of this tale. At the age of six his father would read children's stories to him
and his brother. That was a joy for him
and he in turn began reading to his two children when they were much
younger.
Reading opened up new
worlds to the author, enabling him to journey to places otherwise impossible to
reach. His imagination became the springboard that catapulted him to other
worlds, and provided the means for him to become other characters like Robinson
Crusoe or H.G. Wells, and enabled him to see through the eyes of people such as
John Steinbeck and Ernest Hemingway.
THE DEVIL LIGHT
By
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JOHNSON
Acknowledgements
I would like to thank the following individuals for their
tireless support in the creation of this project: My beloved wife Loretta,
Rachel my daughter, Aaron my son, my father Dr. Willie T. Johnson, my brothers
Willie jr. and Raymond, and to all of my sisters. I would like to thank all of my friends who have in many respects
helped me without realizing they've done so, and to all of my teachers both
past and present who have influenced me. I give many thanks. But most important of all I give thanks to
God for providing me with the inspiration without whose help none of this would
be possible. I cherish the memory of
my mother Mary and my sister Janice, both of whom have gone on to be with the
Lord but remain in my heart forever.
For every experience I've ever had such as the time when I had just
turned seven years old, my mother took me to visit my aunt Rose who then lived
on Union Avenue in the Bronx, and being afraid because my mother left me there
for the weekend, my aunt Rose made me a stack of pancakes for breakfast, turned
on the radio, and the song that was playing was Volare. I never forgot that. I also want to acknowledge my aunt Valeria
now dead, but one who has made an indelible impression on me, not to mention my
aunt Lessie who I also cherish, and all of my relatives, including my grand
children, thank you all.
"There are more
things than heaven and earth Horatio than are
dreamt of in your philosophy."
William Shakespeare
Davy Johnson 50-03
Broadway -
Woodside,
NY 11377 (718) 626-4044 RESUME
Objective: To
obtain a position as a New York City Reading Teacher where I can bring
dedication, enthusiasm, hard work and one in which I can motivate children to
learn how to read.
Experience: New
York Police Department! Division of School Safety.
Dec. 1997 One
Police Plaza, NY 16038
To School
Safety Agent / Special Patrolmen
Present Duties
include; facilitating the maintenance and development of a safe and secure
environment in which teachers can teach and students can find the strength to
learn, dream, grow and achieve. Protect students, faculty, and school property.
Oct. 1984 Credit
Suisse First Boston Corporation.
To Five
World Trade Center, NYC
April 1995 Shift
Supervisor.
I Supervised a staff of nine, issued and
verified cab vouchers and created business forms to track usage. System saved
$150,000 per annum in employee abuses. Delegated duties to subordinates.
Monitored all fire, smoke, and water detectors. Validated employee passes.
Inspected video equipment and updated time-lapsed tapes for accuracy. Screened
journals, logged in unusual incidents, and regulated the intake of mail, i.e.,
S&P 500 and The Blue list. Utilized energy conservation measures to
facilitate cost effectiveness, saving the firm $100,600 per annum.
May 1970 Citibank
N. A.,
To 399
Park Avenue, NYC
Jan. 1982 Accounts
Payable Specialist.
Managed three major accounts.
Analyzed invoices and purchase orders by their
expense and class codes.
Utilized a Wang VS computer system for paying
bills.
Generated reports, processed vendor’s and
company’s expenditures and general ledgers.
Updated exempt and non-exempt, salary files.
Conducted monthly closings and printed checks.
Trained Financial Analysts in the use of our
Accounts Payable Stand-alone System.
Education: Brooklyn
College, CUNY.
B. S., in Business Management & Finance.
Expected graduation date, June 2001.
Regents College, USNY.
B. A., in Economics.
Graduation date, December 1996.
Manhattan Community College, CUNY.
A. A., in Arts.
Graduation date, June 1984. 1 will pursue the
M. A., in Reading and an M.F.A., in Creative Writing.
Software: Excel,
Word, Access, Netscape, Lotus 123, Ms Works and Word Perfect.
Computers: Compaq
Presario, Hewlett Packard 6635 Pavilion system, and an Apple IIC.
Memberships: American
Society of Notaries, American Civil Liberties Union, and Channel Thirteen.
References: Are
available upon request.
THE DEVIL LIGHT
By
DAVY
JOHNSON
Cast
Willie Williams Sr.
Mary Williams
David Williams
Willie Williams Jr.
Raymond Williams
Lester-Parrot
Chester-Kitten
Martha Wormsley
Harold Wormsley
Martha's relatives in
Haiti
Martha's friends in Haiti
Uncle Henry
Belinda Dye
Little girl in stairwell
Ralph Boswell-Pet store
owner
Raquel Santiago-Grocery
store owner
Police Officer #1
Police Officer #2
Police Officer #3
Coroner
Curiosity seekers
Chapter One
A woman has arrived in a
small town in Port-Au-Prince Haiti to make funeral arrangements for her husband
who had arrived there three weeks earlier to settle a family inheritance claim
and had suddenly died. Local doctors
diagnosed his death to be from natural causes, i.e. from old age, but his wife
thought it was strange, since his doctors in New York had given him a clean
bill of health prior to his going away to Haiti, and his death left her in a
depressed state.
Her friends and relatives
in Haiti tried to console her but their efforts failed, she was beside herself
with grief. After the funeral she went on
a few excursions in Haiti to try and relieve some of the growing depression,
she would feel happy taking in the sights at first, but then she would see
something there which gave her a grim reminder of her terrible loss, it could
be anything, a hospital, a slaughterhouse, or a nursing home. All she could think of was how she wanted to
go back home to New York. Maybe there, she could shake off this awful sense of
loneliness she felt, despite of all the friends and relatives who surrounded
her there in Haiti, she felt lost, and incomplete without her other half who
has now left this earth. A few more
days she would be there, a few more days to contend with the awful heat, with
the sweltering sense of loss which permeated the entire atmosphere, and the blistering
feeling whose temperature rose to a crescendo whenever her late husband's name
was mentioned in passing.
Chapter Two
The days passed by like what seemed to be hours and she was
packing her suitcases and luggage, wasting no time to be maybe talked out of
leaving so soon, no time to be persuaded to stay a few more days, and no time
to be reminded that she was the hapless victim of an event that left her
reeling and feeling as though she had been run over by fear, left to die in the
road whose hit and run driver does not pause to be recognized, she was leaving
at last.
Some of her relatives
escorted her to the airport, not allowing her to hail a cab to take her
there. "Martha." "Yes uncle Henry?" "We don't
want you to be a complete stranger, don't you know." "Yes, Yes I know. I won't be uncle, I just need some time to
put things back into perspective. I
hope you can really understand that I need to sort things out," she
said.
"Yes, of course, I
know," he responded with a look of understanding as he met her eyes with
his.
They drove in his car the
rest of the way silently, each of them knowing the terrible feeling of loss,
him having lost his wife to an automobile accident three years earlier.
The airport is a busy
thoroughfare of bodies scattered out everywhere which is also a colorful
spectacle of baggage attendants dressed in purple and white, police officers
adorned in blue and gold, flight attendants decked in blue and yellow, and the
pilot's in their standard colors.
Chapter Three
Martha had already said
goodbye to her friends and relatives in town and all that was left for her to
do was to say so long to her uncle Henry whose eyes had begun to well up with
tears as he embraced her for the last time.
"I will be OK uncle, don't worry alright."
"I don't know why I
feel like it's the last time I'm going to see you," he retorted.
"Oh no uncle, no such
thing, I will be back to see all of you," she said, her voice breaking as
she struggled to hold back the tears that forced themselves to the surface
wetting her face.
Seeing her tears Henry was
unable to control his own composure and they both began to weep aloud, while
holding on to each other.
"I will be praying
for you everyday dear, praying that God will soften the sting of your
grief," he said.
"Thank you uncle for
everything, I know you will. I...I have to board the plane now uncle. I'll call you when I get home to let you
know I got back safe," she said reassuringly.
"Alright sweetheart
be good now, I'll see you."
She walked toward the
steps of the plane, looked down in her black bag at an object she picked up at
a local curiosity shop in town on one of her excursions, it was still there,
she breathed a sigh of relief, turned around and waved at her uncle one more
time and ascended the stairs.
One of the flight
attendants directed her to her seat and asked, "are you comfortable
dear,?"
"Oh yes, thank
you," she said. She thought to
herself, I'm going home now and everything will be all right.
Chapter Four
The flight back home for Martha Wormsley was comforting in and
of itself, yet at times it proved to be arduous as well. Her thoughts were constantly invaded by a
flashback of memories of her late husband and the good times they shared.
Looking out of the plane's
portal through the thick clouds, images of her and Harold were at once conjured
up and she began to sob uncontrollably.
One of the flight
attendants overheard her crying came over to her and asked, "Are you
alright Ma'am? Is there anything I can do to help you dear?"
"Uh...I'm
sorry...I'll be fine, Please forgive me."
"No dear, not at all,
you just calm yourself down now or you're going to make yourself sick,"
she said.
"Ok...ok I'm
alright," she said as the flight attendant walked away occasionally
looking back at Martha with a look of worry.
An hour later the flight
attendant came to check on Martha to see what her status was and she found her
fast asleep.
Two hours had passed and
Martha awoke feeling rested and in better spirits than she had been since all
of this began. "Hello dear, can I
have some club soda please, " she asked the flight attendant who promptly
brought it to her and asked, "How did you sleep, OK?"
"Yes, thank you, she
said looking a little embarrassed by the question. As she took a sip of the club soda the bubbles tickled her nose
and made her hiccup, they both laughed aloud.
"Can't hold your club
soda, I see." "It always
makes me hiccup, " she said.
Chapter Five
Martha finally arrived at
LaGuardia Airport, and took the shuttle bus to Times Square, where she hailed a
taxi for the ride to 62nd street, and Amsterdam Avenue.
She was a gorgeous petite
woman in her mid fifties who took good care of herself, a light complexioned
female with auburn hair beautifully arranged, and not a wrinkle anywhere. She
was a beautiful black woman.
Reaching her destination
she got out of the cab, paid the driver after he helped her take the luggage
from the trunk of the cab, and she kept a tight grip on the black bag which
held the object she purchased in Haiti.
"Thank you sir," she said to the driver who was paying
particular attention to how tight Martha was holding the bag.
"Oh no Ma'am, thank
you," he said and was about turn and leave when he asked, "Would you like me to help you get the
luggage to your building dear?"
"Oh would you?"
she replied.
"Of course, it's no
trouble Ma'am, no trouble at all," he said grabbing the three large
objects.
"My building is
number 60 right over in that direction," she said pointing straight
ahead.
"Ok Ma'am," he
responded with a smile as she returned his with one of her own, lifting a hand
to conceal the full extent of the joy he had given her by just smiling.
He understood and he did
not try to exploit the situation for fear he might ruin the moment they both
had just shared.
Reaching the building she
motioned for the driver to set the luggage down next to her door. She lived on
the first floor and it would be no trouble to get them inside her
apartment.
"Ok ma'am, here you
are."
"No sir, here you
are," she said handing him a twenty dollar bill, still smiling and feeling
guilty that this moment of joy had temporarily nullified the grief which she
thought she should be experiencing. It
wasn't as though she had done anything wrong.
Was it wrong to allow herself to be so influenced by a simple smile, she
wondered? What crime had she committed
by sharing such a normal expression, she asked herself? "No!" There was nothing wrong in
simply returning a smile. After all,
she hadn't compromised herself in any way, so why did she feel so guilt
ridden?
"Thank you and God
bless you Ma'am," he said tipping his hat to her and leaving.
After putting her luggage
into the apartment she decided she would have a cup of Earl gray tea. She was home at last and could not wait to
let her neighbors the Williams's know, but she wondered what to do with her
husband's things which reminded her of his passing, she would think of someone
to give them to she thought. While she
waited for the water in the teakettle to boil she turned on the radio and a
gospel song, "Great is thy faithfulness," was playing. As Martha listened to the gospel song, while
seated in her recliner there was a loud crashing sound in her bedroom?
Martha went to investigate
and saw where a vase with fake flowers had fallen out of her curio, which had
been locked. "How did that
happen? I know the casing was locked I
locked it myself. What could have
unlocked the door?" She mused in great bewilderment.
She went to the broom
closet, took out a broom and dustpan, swept up the broken pieces of the vase
and poured them into a trash receptacle, all the while wondering what triggered
this event? The scene had all the makings of what seems to be anger being
vented against someone, but against whom? She thought as she placed a tea bag
into a large mug, poured the hot water into the mug, sat back down in her
recliner sipping her tea and fixing her eyes in the direction of her
bedroom. Finishing the tea she became
sleepy and went to bed for the night, lying down, her feelings of apprehension
were overcome by sleep as she drifted off.
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