WOLF--Version 2

WOLF--Version 2

A Story by Lea Sheryn
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A young man in foster care becomes homeless, moves to New York City and becomes famous.

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WOLF

By Lea Sheryn

 

His mother named him Wolf.  Why?--no one knew.  His mother died, in childbirth, shortly after she had muttered his first name to the nurse.  The mother, an indigent person who had thrown herself upon the mercy of the hospital, had been in no shape to give any information about herself to the nurse who admitted her.  Heavily pregnant and in deep labor, she was wheeled, on her gurney, directly into the birthing chamber.  Giving her last breath to the naming of the child, even her first name remained a mystery.  Within the first hours of his life, Wolf became a Ward of the State.

 

A sad and lonely boy, Wolf grew up in foster care amongst many other children who were motherless and fatherless.  In the great state of Montana, he only knew the other boys and girls who shared his humble abode and the man and woman who were in charge of them.  The home was as happy as one could expect from foster care; there was very little love to go around.  Wolf, who was different in looks and in temperament, stood out amongst the six children who shared the house.  As a result, he was left to his own devices. 

 

Many children came and many children left but Wolf remained.  An outcast even in the presence of other outcasts, the little boy kept himself to himself.  He had no friends; he had no enemies�"he had no one.  Still, he grew up and soon had to leave the only home he had ever known.  Shy, from growing up amid the loneliness of foster care, the young man he became hardly knew how to approach other people.  Grasping tightly to the list of perspective businesses that might hire a young man in his condition, it was difficult for him to even open a door, let alone step inside and inquire after a job. 

 

Tall and lean, with penetrating flint-colored eyes and black hair that was already showing gray at the temples, somehow after close examination, he did resemble his namesake, the Wolf.  It is true, when people passed him in the streets, they would take a second glance in his direction and remark on his appearance.  In 1950s America, it was unusual to see a bedraggled person slinking along Main Street.  Men of that day and time generally wore suit jackets and ties out in public while women wouldn’t dare leave their homes without gloves and a hat.  Torn jeans and faded flannel shirts were clearly out of the question as were long straggly hair and out of control facial whiskers.  It was no wonder every-day-people would see him leaning in a doorway and cross the street. 

 

Yet, just like no one would ever approach Wolf, he would never approach a stranger.  Growing up in foster care with a classroom for schooling right in the front room left the young man with little exposure to other people.  In a way, his shyness was the cause of his aggressive behavior whenever anyone got too close to him.  Surely, he was gentle deep down inside but his appearance made him seem much fiercer than he actually meant to be.     

 

Out of money and with no place to lay his head, our boy soon became a product of the streets.  Sleeping anywhere he could and eating out of dumpsters behind restaurants, his bedraggled appearance gave him an animal-like quality.  Wolf could snarl and growl just like the canine he was named after.  If another homeless person attempted to take over his spot or steal from his dining places, he would posture and prance, bare his teeth and, if the occasion warranted, howl to beat the devil.  Soon people who didn’t know him began referring to him as The Wolf�"and that suited our boy just fine.  He savored the fact that he was as wild as the wild animal he was named for.  

 

Wolf moved from place to place.  Montana couldn’t hold him so he moved on to Wyoming, to Colorado, up into Oregon and back toward the east.  Winters would find him in Arizona or New Mexico while a summer home waited for him in the Ozarks or the Adirondacks.  Wolf was a traveling man�"he was seeing the world, one state at a time.  For an Ex-Foster Kid/Homeless Man, he thought he was doing all right for himself.  Coming and going as he pleased and defending himself when necessary, he considered he was living high on the hog.  Life was treating Wolf as well as he could expect it to and�"with his background�"he really couldn’t expect too much.   

 

Days became months and months years but what did the passing of time matter to a young man on the road?  His dark hair growing longer and the mix of gray spreading through his locks, the resemblance to his namesake was more pronounced.  Wolf was quite a sight on the streets where he lived.  Although no one approached him, people would still stop and stare at the very sight of him.  If they pointed or yelled at him, he would let out a growl or a howl to scare them away.  And, oh boy, would they run, particularly little children. 

 

The year was 1959 when Wolf made it to New York City.  Up until that time, he had stayed away from Big Cities.  Small towns and country places suited him just fine.  The city was big and intimidating and loud.  Too many people gathered on the streets and our boy certainly didn’t like being around a lot of people.  Still, New York had called out to him and off he went to explore the big city. 

 

Even amongst the interesting personalities that gathered in Times Square, Wolf stood out.  Never thinking of himself as an entertainer, it was a surprise to him that the general population found him to be entertaining.  Baiting him with soft pretzels and chilidogs, it was enticing to offer him tidbits and withdraw the offer until�"in deep frustration--a loud howl would fill the streets.  Laughter would issue forth from the crowd and word was passed along the streets about the Wolf-man who kept everyone enthralled with his bizarre antics.  A rumor was started that he should be put in a zoo. 

 

A day finally arrived when a man noticed Wolf in his usual place in Time Square.  This man was a member of an upstart trio of singers who was trying to make their way in the world�"and was on the fast track to failure.  Jay Robins was his name and Jay Robins was a man looking for a gimmick.  As soon as he heard the terrible howls of the Wolf-man of Manhattan, he knew he had found exactly what he was looking for.  Without further ado, he pushed his way into the crowd then pushed his way back out with our boy in tow. 

 

Securing his new discovery in a basement apartment in Harlem, Jay Robins, a tall slim African-American man, began to teach Wolf the fine art of vocalization.  The young man who had never known a real home, suddenly found himself in a welcoming abode with a group of real friends.  Discovering a real musical talent hidden behind a rough exterior, Wolf’s voice blended in harmony with the other members of the group.  Otis Mitchell and Marvin Reddington were as pleased as Jay Robins with their new find.     

 

 

Under the happiest of circumstances, the trio became a foursome.  With Wolf’s newly found talent; it wasn’t long before the group landed a record deal, shooting them to the top of the charts.  Canis-Lupus�"the new name of the quartet--was on everyone’s lips; the teenyboppers went crazy whenever the long melodious howl charged further on their favorite records.  The night they appeared on American Bandstand, the doors were crashed flooding the dance floor with a wild crowd of screaming girls.  Throughout the whole scene, Dick Clark kept his usual cool while he chattered on about Number One records and Smash Hits.  Bobby Darin and Frankie Avalon had nothing on the new sensation that was flooding the airwaves. 

 

It wasn’t long before Hollywood knocked at Wolf’s door.  Encouraged by the smash sensation of his Top Ten performances, a smart producer decided it was time to put our boy on the Silver Screen.  With the rise of Monster Movies, there was a sure place for someone who could howl in such a canine-like manner.  Werewolves were the new craze and suddenly, the boy who grew up in foster care and lived his early adult years on the streets, was a star amongst stars.  Movie Theater Marquees blared with titles such as: Werewolf On The Loose and The Full Moon & The Werewolf, each with “Featuring Wolf” in bold letters beneath them.  Young men found their dates burying their heads in the chests each time the star appeared to let out his signature growls and howls; they never complained.    

 

Wolf lived to a ripe old age, married three times, raised four children and, finally, at the age of 92, received a Lifetime Achievement Award from the Academy of Motion Pictures, Arts and Science.  His speech lasted more than forty-two minutes; it was the proudest moment of his life.  Sitting back with his feet up on the desk in his large home office as he thought about writing his memoirs, Wolf considered he had lived the Good Life.  He was a happy and contented man, indeed

© 2019 Lea Sheryn


Author's Note

Lea Sheryn
If anyone is interested in comparison reading, the original version of Wolf is available on my writing list.

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I read both versions and found both very good. I did notice several sentences that seemed unusually worded, an example is
"An outcast even in the presence of other outcasts, the little boy kept himself to himself."
For me, a better way to write this would have been to drop the first 'himself', it would say the same thing and be easier to read.

Posted 3 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Lea Sheryn

3 Months Ago

Thank you for reading both versions.

I'll take a look at restructuring the sentenc.. read more



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I'm very partial to wolves and I absolutely loved this story. My wolf's name was Vanezrhayne (pronounced Vane's rain). I used to look in his eyes and see a man looking back at me. He was the smartest animal I ever knew. Could he have transformed into a man, I have no doubt that he would have been very wealthy and generous. Once again, you have brought forward old memories, wonderful ones. I love the way you write.

Posted 1 Month Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Lea Sheryn

1 Month Ago

Thank you! It's nice to bring back wonderful memories so I'm glad I was able to bring some to you. .. read more
great story,read both,like both..maybe a book is in order

Posted 2 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Lea Sheryn

2 Months Ago

Thank you for reading both. If I keep working at it, perhaps I will have a book in the end.
 wordman

2 Months Ago

sure you will
Loved this, Lea the life of the wolf unfolding as he becomes more lupine every day, you might enjoy a wee poem of mine called Ole Moon Dog, please have a read and let me know,

Posted 3 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Lea Sheryn

3 Months Ago

Thank you, Gram. I will.
the sense of wonder and discovery is well captured in this one

thus do we see through the eyes of Wolf and discover a literary gem

L.S

Posted 3 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Lea Sheryn

3 Months Ago

I enjoyed writing thtough the eyes of Wolf.
I read both versions and found both very good. I did notice several sentences that seemed unusually worded, an example is
"An outcast even in the presence of other outcasts, the little boy kept himself to himself."
For me, a better way to write this would have been to drop the first 'himself', it would say the same thing and be easier to read.

Posted 3 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Lea Sheryn

3 Months Ago

Thank you for reading both versions.

I'll take a look at restructuring the sentenc.. read more

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