The Literary World of Ronald Walter Klimmek

             Thunder and lightning flashed about in a frenzy as if an angry beast was being tormented. Inside the court room, Judge Beelzy ordered his assistant to bring Mister Rotfield beform him. He was a small baldheaded bespectacled man with an aura of arrogance. The judge, a tall, elegant, and gray haired man of sixty years of age looked at the wretched figure standing before him and became enraged. He screamed at the small cantankerous man and growled, “Don’t you hold your head down! Look at me! Remember me? You made my life an existence of hell for awhile and now payback day has finally arrived. You are long overdo for your fate. Look at me, you rotten scoundrel! You are indeed a rat; the king rat in fact and that will be your punishment. You will be remanded to the “Den of the Rats” so they can pay homage to you as they gnaw at your despicable bones. I hope you suffer long and painful before you r miserable spirit expires. May you rot in hell! Get him out of here Mister Lopes and transport him to his obsequious minions.”

            Judge Beelzy leaned back in his chair visible exhausted from the tirade he had just unleased. Judge Beelzy was in fact a real judge in every sense of the word. During the week he heard cases and the justice and decisions he meted out to those before him were befitting of the offenses that they had committed. Many of these acts against society were of the usual types such as public drunkenness, assault, thievery, and prostitution. The judge was smart but had started out as a poor boy in a small town. While his parents were honest laborers, they were not well educated and thus poor. His father was a mason and his mother a seamstress. When he was born, his parents decide to name him Lucas in honor of his deceased grandfather. As a toddler, they found him very cute and gave him the pet name of ‘Bub’. They’d call him little Bub, and God only knew how they thought that name up.

            Upon reaching school age, he attended a private school due to the influence of one of the wealthier customers of his mother and he received a well rounded early educations. In his classes, he was one of the smartest but poorest students.

            His parents became sickly while he was a young man and in order for him to survive, he had to work at menial jobs with often cruel and inconsiderate bosses who paid low wages. This went on for many years as poor Bub, as he was known then, had to scratch and save in the need to continue his education. In the courhouse, where he’d scrub floors till late at night, he’d occasionally talk to some of the attorneys who’d be there working on cases. At some point he decided he’d like to be a lawyer, and geared himself scholastically in that direction. It took him many years of saving and dealing with some of the most hearless bosses until he finally was able to pay his tuition at a college, and law school, and support himself. He vowed that some of those inhumane and unmitigated people would at some point in time pay for the crimes that they had committed against him. They would not go unscathed if he had anything to do about it.

            The condemned Mister Rotfield was enroute on a small boat to the Isle of Damnation where he’d meet his terrible end. Mister Lopes kept him blindfolded and his hands tied behind his back for the entire trip. “Where are we going?”, Mister Rotfield would demand to know. “We’ll be there soon, sir”, Mister Lopes responded. “Could you remove this lousy blindfol from me”, he’d holler. “Later, sir”, Mister Lopes answered again ever so politely. Rotfield once more began badgering Mister Lopes, “Stop being so damned polite and quit sir-ing me”, in which Mister Lopes very congenially replied, “I’m sorry sir.” Indeed, Mister Lopes was killing Rotfield with kindness although Mister Lopes wasn’t doing this intentionally. He was by his very nature a scholastic and dignified young gentleman. Finally, They arrived at the Isle of Damnation.