Wild Hog

      I know that this a status, not a diary, but it is also a good place to post my stories.  This one is my entry for the September competition in writeandreview.webs.com.  The category is dreams or nightmares.  I thought some of you might like it.

     Hon, will you turn off the light when you come to bed?  Phil did not really expect an answer from Mary.  He knew that she would.  Through all the pain and suffering she was his one constant rock.  That and Joe, his best friend from grade school.  Oh, the things that they had done.  No wonder they were always in so much trouble.  Joe had married Sheila and moved in down the lane.  For Phil that was the best thing that could have ever happened.
     As he was drifting off to sleep he was giving thanks for all his many blessings. When sleep overtook him, he began to walk down the path in the field, to the woods, where Joe lived.  Rain was dripping on his face and he could feel the chill.  Wonderful!  He had never felt so alive.  His senses were on fire, almost as if he knew what was about to happen just seconds before it actually did.  A quick jump to the side, he landed nimbly on his feet as the ferrule boar rushed by.  He had heard him coming and his body, acting as a fine magnificent clockwork, moved in perfect timing to avoid the sharp tusks.  As the boar, fuming from the miss, turned around and charged again.  Phil reached up and grabbed the limb over his head.  Pulling his legs up just inches from danger, he teased that old hog until he finally tired and ran off.  Hopping, skipping and laughing, down the lane, without tiring, he eventually made it to Joe's house.
     Tapping lightly on the door, he waited patiently for an answer.  Sheila slowly made her way to the door and opened it.  Hey girl, how's Joe doing this fine morning?  Doing better Phil, he's already dressed and waiting for you, she replied.  Good, let's go get him.  Joe, you ready? I asked.  Yeah, he replied, just help me into this damn wheelchair and we will be off.
     Phil could tell that he was putting up a brave front.  That was him as he had always been, strong and brave.  As we strolled down the lane, that old hog came after us again.  With just a wave of his semi-useful hand, he just whisked that old hog away.  Thanks Joe, I am really tired of that old swine.  The light awakened Phil with a start.  What is it Mary?, he asked.  You were squealing with joy and it awakened me.  Were you having that dream again?  Yeah, Mary I did, he replied.  And the best part was when I picked you up in my arms, lay you on the bed and we made wild passionate love.  Just wait until Joe comes to help me into my wheelchair in the morning.  I'll bet that he will tell us about his nightmare.