The outsiders
Epilogue For The Outsiders
“How do you feel Johnny, your first sunset up close and personal?” I asked him
“Its amazing Dad! I love it.”
We continued staring into the radiant beams of the sun until Johnny popped the question I was dreading all those years.
“Dad?” “Yes son?” I answered, knowing what he was going to ask.
“How did I get my name?”
I took a long sigh. “I had a friend when I was a bit older than you, his name was Johnny, an amazing friend to have who didn’t deserve to leave my friends and I.” I said, tears swelling in my eyes
“Dad, are you crying?”
“I’m fine don’t worry about me” I said blinking back the tears.
“Oh ok Dad, your friend Johnny sounded like a great friend to have, what happened to him?”
“Perhaps I should show you Johnny, come on lets go.”
We arrived at the local cemetery with Johnny in my hand and the cold frosty air of winter blowing across the tall-untreated grass.
“This place is giving me the creeps Dad, can we go now” Johnny requested
“No come on son we have to go visit Johnny and show our love for him.”
We kept walking in silence and noticed a red flower hiding under the blades of grass. I grabbed it and it suddenly reminded me of the red of cherries…Cherry Valance. We finally reached the tombstones of Johnny Cade and beside him, Dally Winston.
Johnny Cade 1950-1966
Dallas Winston 1949-1966
I placed the flower between the two graves and stood there in silence, and then I told Johnny the story.
“Johnny always got beat up by his parents and rich kids, he never felt safe and always wanted to die. One day we were face to face with some rich kids and one of their names was Bob. We started verbally fighting each other when Bob grabbed me by the head and was attempting to drown me in a fountain. At that point I was so scared, I was afraid and I actually thought I was going to die not experiencing love, travelling around the world and having you Johnny.” I was sobbing at this point. “Johnny was the reason I am
“How do you feel Johnny, your first sunset up close and personal?” I asked him
“Its amazing Dad! I love it.”
We continued staring into the radiant beams of the sun until Johnny popped the question I was dreading all those years.
“Dad?” “Yes son?” I answered, knowing what he was going to ask.
“How did I get my name?”
I took a long sigh. “I had a friend when I was a bit older than you, his name was Johnny, an amazing friend to have who didn’t deserve to leave my friends and I.” I said, tears swelling in my eyes
“Dad, are you crying?”
“I’m fine don’t worry about me” I said blinking back the tears.
“Oh ok Dad, your friend Johnny sounded like a great friend to have, what happened to him?”
“Perhaps I should show you Johnny, come on lets go.”
We arrived at the local cemetery with Johnny in my hand and the cold frosty air of winter blowing across the tall-untreated grass.
“This place is giving me the creeps Dad, can we go now” Johnny requested
“No come on son we have to go visit Johnny and show our love for him.”
We kept walking in silence and noticed a red flower hiding under the blades of grass. I grabbed it and it suddenly reminded me of the red of cherries…Cherry Valance. We finally reached the tombstones of Johnny Cade and beside him, Dally Winston.
Johnny Cade 1950-1966
Dallas Winston 1949-1966
I placed the flower between the two graves and stood there in silence, and then I told Johnny the story.
“Johnny always got beat up by his parents and rich kids, he never felt safe and always wanted to die. One day we were face to face with some rich kids and one of their names was Bob. We started verbally fighting each other when Bob grabbed me by the head and was attempting to drown me in a fountain. At that point I was so scared, I was afraid and I actually thought I was going to die not experiencing love, travelling around the world and having you Johnny.” I was sobbing at this point. “Johnny was the reason I am