A Story

It was a hot, steamy July 13 in Columbia, SC. The temperature is reaching near 100 degrees again with a humidity that's about the same. The small South Carolina capital is bustling with business on this Monday afternoon. Little do the complacent employees that fill main street sidewalks know, the night before there was a strange story to be had. The story of a hero, a man of courage, fortitude, and strength, that defies all evil. Such a man Columbia has been waiting for, I'm sure. No one knows where this hero of hero's takes rest, but it is to be rumored that what he calls home resides in the dome of the capital building where he can watch out for the citizens of main street in an effort to thwart homelessness and poverty as it rears it's ugly head.

His favorite part of the entire day is seeing the Chic-fil-a Cow walk, drive, and even scooter down main street. He gets such a tickle out of that cow, a guffaw is heard from the dome of the capital. The wide-eyed children and their chaperones look anxiously upon the dome to discover little. They talk amongst themselves, "What is up there I wonder?" one little boy says. "I don't know, but whatever it is, I hope it is friendly" says a frightened little girl. The hero, knowing the error of his guffaw, should have been further reserved to not let out such a laugh. His prior experience has led to many people taking gaze upon such white marble with curiousity and wonder.

As he settles down for the night, the hero thinks to himself, I feel so alone, "Why can't I find a hero woman to settle down with and have little hero babies?" His question was only answered by darkness. He hung his heavy head and crawled into his blue satin sheet, king sized bed... hero's need their rest too you know. Until another night has came and went shall I reveal more secrets from where they are sent.