Jackson

Jackson Hamilton tactfully orders another drink. His face weathered by the west displays an unabashed vitality for living by his own code. His clothing dark at first glance resembles that of an eighteen-century miner or possible stock plane mechanic. His fingers covered with exotic gems perform sign language across the bar with a girl he has been visibly eavesdropping on.

“You sign beautifully”

Jackson then performs a very tricky sign, the universal angel. He cracks each finger individually and takes three deep breaths. His feet preparing for the worst, brace the floor. His eyes squint in concentration and trace the steps in his mind.

His arms contort into a beautiful systematical angel that winks at the girl as it ascends up into heaven. Rumors of such a sign meander their way into deaf households throughout America but never actually materialize. A shallow groan fires out of the girl as she instantly faints.

Jackson proceeds to flick a silver dollar behind his back into the shot glass of milk he was drinking. He then performs a double back flip out the window and lands on his trusted chestnut Arabian horse. His untamable black locks flow freely in the wind.

“Who was that man?”

“I don’t know but he left this letter somehow”

Attached by a fencing sword to the chair was a letter addressed to the deaf girl. How he managed to do this is impossible to ever know. But this it what it said,

Dear girl who cannot hear, (Beautiful dramatic thick Spanish accent)

I hope you can read. While you regained consciousness I made a stunning exit and thought it only proper to also write to you some poetry.

You see your mouth although useless is carved by a sculptor

And your voice if ever heard is probably lovely

I am currently riding into the sun

And will never see you again

But if you hear of any deep powerful events

Look up into the sky and say or lip…………………… Jackson

Love always,

Jackson