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PostSubject: 1963 etc etc   Sun Feb 27, 2011 9:05 am

Paul Gatting watched the slow rise and fall of his superior’s chest. The laboured breathing and incessant hissing of the oxygen tube, accentuated the silence in the clinically white room.
He sat upright and stretched his back, raising his arms above his head and grunting with the effort.
‘Never had you down as the sentimental type.’ Jack opened his eyes slowly.
Paul, somewhat surprised, ignored the jibe, and stood up and looked down at the emaciated face of his section chief.
‘They told me you would be out of it for at least four hours; that’s if you came round at all.’
‘That’d suit them just fine, it would have been ;‘ he searched for the right word , ‘convenient, yeah convenient, if I just slipped away quietly.’
Paul walked to the window and clicking open the slats of the window blind he squinted outside.
‘You never were a convenient man Jack.’
‘You want to tell me what you’re doing here?’
Paul let go of the slats, which again clicked irritatingly, before turning and staring at his boss.
‘I guess they just wanted to be sure you didn’t say anything if, I mean when, you came out of the anaesthetic.’
Jack smiled grimly, ‘they’ve worried about that for the last forty eight years.’
Paul sat down again and rubbed his hands together, his brow furrowed in thought.
‘There’s something I’ve always wondered about that day Jack, what were you thinking…… when you got the green light, you know lying there on that grassy knoll?’
Jack turned his head and stared at the white wall of his private room.
‘I was just following orders… wasn’t up to me to think.’ His voice was weak and he gasped for breath with the effort of talking.
‘Yeesh Jack, over three hundred million Americans and half of the world would give their right arms to know what you know, or what you were thinking on that day.’
Jack thought for a while before replying, his words interspersed by his laboured breathing.
‘I was a grunt….. just like you are now….. they pointed me in the direction ……and told me where to go; and I went….. just like you would today;’ still staring at the blank wall he continued, ‘Doesn’t mean I liked it….. or never regretted it….. but an order is an order. If it hadn’t been me ……some other sucker would have had to do it…… so I figured, why not.’
‘How’d you feel afterwards, you know, when you watched the funeral and heard all the bullshit they were spouting?’
‘Didn’t watch it…. they had me outta there in minutes…..on a transport within the hour…… and eight hours later…….tucked up in Havana…… kept me there for three months.’
He turned his head and looked at Paul for long seconds before adding,
‘Havana for fucks sake….. they were worried even then ……and I wasn’t under any anaesthetic then.’ Irritated, he pulled the oxygen tube away from his nostrils and struggled to sit up in the bed.
’ Guess they figured…..if I said anything….I was in the right place….they could pass the buck…blame the Cubans.’
He struggled for breath, his chest straining with the effort to fill what was left of his lungs before continuing.
‘Listen, those Sons a Bitches…. would have disappeared me…. quicker than shizzle off a greasy spade…..if they even thought I would say anything,….. for Chrissake’s……it’s been forty odd years……most of those original Senators are dead already…..and still their people are paranoid…… about the truth coming out….they had Ruby take out that sap Oswald….and he didn’t know squat, Christ…..he thought he was one of the clean up crew…always thinking ahead…those sons a bitches.’
‘It’s the nature of the business Jack, you should know that.’
Jack head flopped back on back the pillow, exhausted by the effort, he gasped for breath deeply and noisily.
‘They say this cancers…. gonna do the job for them…. This operation ain’t gonna cure me….just give me a few more months.’ He stared at Paul expecting no sympathy and receiving none. He closed his eyes and began to drift into unconsciousness again.
Paul stood up again a reached for the saline drip. From his inside pocket he withdrew a small syringe and injected it into the saline.
‘I guess those Sons a Bitches are still thinking Jack.’
Paul opened the door , and without a backward glance, stepped out into the corridor.
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PostSubject: Re: 1963 etc etc   Sun Feb 27, 2011 10:18 am

Wow! What a great story! :D

The title grabbed me right away - it was so different and interesting. And the story itself had two major twists in it - the "grassy knoll" bit and the saline injection at the end. I didn't see either of those coming.
You've blown me away! good
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PostSubject: Re: 1963 etc etc   Sun Feb 27, 2011 11:00 am

Hi Irelanda!

Cool story! You got me with the twists, too.

I think your story is short enough to qualify as flash fiction, which is really popular right now. You should be able to get that published with no trouble. hat

Thanks for posting. It was a pleasure to read! read2
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PostSubject: Re: 1963 etc etc   Sun Feb 27, 2011 9:42 pm

What an entertaining story! Love the twist at the end. And you do a great job of depicting someone who is struggling through weakness and breathing difficulties to get something off his chest (so to speak). Thank you so much for contributing the story to our forum. I do have a couple of suggestions, which you should feel free to banish to Cuba if you don't think they'll work with your story concept. First, historically the story already has two Jacks in it (Kennedy and Ruby), and I found myself wondering if this Jack was connected in some way to the other two. (In fact, Jack Ruby died of lung cancer.) I found your MC's first name a little confusing and distracting. If you intend the reader to draw this connection, you might consider clarifying it; if not, perhaps change the first name? 

Also, you might want to think about whether you could increase the punch of your ending by obscuring the relationship between the two men at the beginning instead of making it overt, maybe even imply they are related, perhaps a son visiting a terminally ill father. Makes the "reveal" that the visitor is actually a "company" employee and assassin that much more shocking.

In that connection, you could shift the POV to the visitor, add in a few more brief descriptions of the hospital room sights and smells that at first generate a sympathetic encounter, which then create all the more chilling ending. 

Let me know if you'd like some "grammar police" nit-picky edits. Thanks again for the fun read! Here's an Accolade for getting the ball rolling in our Reading Room!


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PostSubject: Re: 1963 etc etc   Mon Feb 28, 2011 7:52 am

:D Hi Guys,
Thank you all so much for the kind reviews, and all and any critiques/corrections will be gratefully received. If I don't know what's wrong I can't improve!
Thanks again for the read and suggestions
Best regards
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