A Young Boy’s Dream

By Jane L.

 

 

The young boy ran from the porch as he heard the scream of a siren.  From his vantage point at the sidewalk, he was able to see the red truck as it raced down the city street.   This was his favorite part of visiting his aunt in Los Angeles, being able to watch the fire trucks as they left the station house a block away.  As the truck rolled by, Johnny watched in awe as two men hung onto the back of the truck.   He dreamt of one day joining them in their wild ride, his own name “Gage” emblazoned on the back of the heavy coat for all to see.    A smile on his face, Johnny imagined himself as a member of this brave team.

 “Johnny!”

 “Yes, Mom.”

 “Time for lunch.”

 Johnny watched as the truck turned onto a side street and disappeared from sight, then he walked slowly towards the house.  Their two-week visit had just begun, but already he found that he was bored and lonely.  He’d talked it up to all his friends back home on the reservation, his exciting trip to the city.  But in reality, there wasn’t much to do while his mom and aunt spent the days visiting.  Suddenly, an idea came to mind causing the young boy to hurry forward.

 “Hey, Mom.  Do you think the firemen would give me a tour of the station?”

The End!

 

 

 

 

Stories By Jane L.    Johnny Tillerman