Bright royal blue stocks with baby blue chaff clinging to blood red kernels do not produce super powers. No part of the unique wheat can restore life or keep away all sickness. But livestock that eat the straw grow faster and need less medical care. People who consume the grain improve their overall health so that a person with the grain in their diet is sick less often and a sickness is likely to be less severe. Some say that if your diet is heavy with the grain for a long time you will live longer. But what is noticed when the grain is first eaten is a sense of well-being. A slice of pinkish toast at breakfast can take away those Monday morning blues. A pinkish roll with dinner helps to set aside the cares of the day. When you have had blood red bread, made entirely with the red flour, for several days in a row and then absorbed the dust of the blue stocks into almost every pore the sense of well-being – the overwhelming confidence the special wheat gives – requires some getting use to. Jack stood and pushed down the pedals on the old heavy bicycle, climbing the last hill before The Village. He felt better than he ever had. He looked back on the day of hard work with a sense of accomplishment, a job well done. He looked forward to the hot dusty task of hacking away at the remaining stocks and producing another trailer or two of the grain to be given to the poor. But this evening he had other plans. He slid off the seat and let the bike hit the trunk of the hundred year old oak tree in the center of his front yard. He climbed the steps letting the screen door slam behind him before the bike finished falling and rested on the grass.
Jack hollered to his mother, “taking a shower!” He showered, pulled on a pair of Levis without holes in the knees, and put on his newest blue tee shirt. Feeling clean and ready for anything he sat down on the sofa and scanned through his phone contact list for Ellen’s number.
“What ya doing?” Jack asked as soon as Ellen said hello.
“Who is this?” Ellen asked slowly, like it wouldn’t take much of a wrong answer for her to hang up.
Jack answered fearlessly, “Jack,” and waited for her pleased reply.
Ellen paused a second, like she needed to figure out which Jack it was, “Oh, hi Jack.”
“How about dinner and a movie?” Jack asked, and then added, “burgers at Woolworth’s you can pick the DVD.”
There were another few seconds of silence and then Ellen answered sounding a little unsure, “Okay.”
Jack answered immediately, “Great, see you at six,” and hung up the phone. Jack stretched out on the sofa felling quite proud of himself. He considered ways he might keep himself occupied for the next three hours and a slightly disturbing thought occurred to him.
“Mom!” Jack yelled from his place on the sofa. “Mom, where are you?” he hollered. He was just about to shout once more when she appeared standing near the arm of the sofa. “Oh, there you are.”
“What is it you need, your highness? I have things to do.”
“If you ate a lot of the red flour and got to feeling real sure of yourself how long would that feeling last? Couple of hours?”
“Couple of days, more likely. We’ll probably have to put up with you for a week after all Uncle has fed you.” She walked out of the room and back to her chores.
Jack smiled a contented smile and said, “good,” out loud and to himself.