Thursday, September 3, 2015

September 3

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  1. Kathy walked onto the pier, a steady pace, unwavering. She walked right up to Robert.
    Robert stood near the end of the pier, staring into the water, his hat pulled down, shading his eyes. He could see her coming, but didn’t turn towards her.
    “How could you?” Kathy spoke, just below a yell.
    Robert squinted for the noon sun. .He couldn’t look into her eyes. “I knew you would react this way.” Robert squeaked.
    She pulled his chin. “You can’t even look me in the eye.” she said with a grimace.
    Robert looked down. “You knew it was what I always wanted.” Robert said.
    “And you couldn’t include me in your decision?” She said, pushing him against the rail.
    Kathy turned, walking away at the same steady pace back off the pier, pulling the note from the obstetrician from her pocket and tossed it, crumpled, to the pier.

    1. Since I already did dialog for the first one I thought I'd try a different scenario.

    2. It's working. Which do you think you'll go with? Both?

    3. Ha ha I could do both if I have two story lines. I think I like the first, but Kathy is more interesting in the second.

  2. "Come on, Bruce," Jake said, slapping his thigh, "pick up the pace, boy."
    That smell had caused me to break rule number one. Always walk in front of your human. Especially mine. He really needs me to look after him. Jake has a tendency to not pay attention. He's always got his head down, staring at this tiny television he carries in his pocket. It has this weird leash attached to it, that he sticks in his ears. When he has his television leash on, Jake may as well be asleep.
    I broke into a trot and passed Jake with ease. When I got about ten feet in front of him, I slowed down. That smelly human was getting closer. It had its arms out, like small human pups do when they want to be picked up. As it closed the distance between us, I could make out that it was a male human. At least, it used to be. This human was obviously dead. No womder it smelled so bad. I could tell, that whatever had made him sick, was still there. But, unlike the sickness I had smelled on other humans, this smelled stronger, more powerful than its predecessor.
    The dead human cocked his head and focused his cloudy eyes on something behind me.
    "Aaaauuuggggghhggg......... uuuuuuuuggggaaaaaaahhhh..." he wheezed. Then on stiff legs, the human began to quicken his step.
    At first, I figured he had seen a cat or something. Who doesn't love to chase those, am I right? But, when I looked behind me, I realized the only thing there was Jake. This stinky, dead human was going to chase my Jake?
    I took a defensive stance. The human was still several feet away, but I could see the distinct look of ravenous intent on his face. I had to act quickly. He wanted to EAT my Jake!

    1. I love the new take on a zombie story and in fact you have two zombies, the cell phone zombie and the real one. That's great!

  3. I squinted and saw an old man waving his left hand at me. I tried to beat the sand off of my legs with my towel, but it only added more sand. I looked up. The old man was coming closer. Please no. He walked right up to my towel and patted his dog’s head.

    “Taz loves newcomers,” he said, looking down at me.

    “That’s great,” I said, shifting my weight. I couldn’t tell if he was looking at my boobs or looking at my face. It was hard to see his eyes through his sunglasses. I grabbed my slouchy and put it in my lap. Better to be safe than sorry.

    The man held out his hand. He obviously wanted me to shake it. No luck here. When he realized I wasn’t going to shake his hand he tipped the brim of his hat to me. “The name’s Gaither,” he said.

    “Stella,” I replied.

    He smiled a crooked smile. “You don’t see too many like you out here nowadays.” He knelt down on the sand.

    I forced a smile and pulled my slouchy closer to my body. Please just go away. The dog decided to make himself at home on my towel, smelling my face with his big mouth draped open so I could catch a whiff of his cottage cheese breath. The dog’s tongue hung out the side of his mouth, dropping blips of drool along my leg.

    “Taz, stop it,” the man said. He reached over to the dog’s neck. His hand shook before he grabbed hold of the dog’s collar. The dog returned to Gaither’s side and laid down.

    “Sorry about that,” the man replied, “he’s so young that I don’t think he knows good manners yet.”

    Says the old man who won’t go away, I thought. “Never had a dog,” I said. I turned my back towards the man and Taz.


    “Nope,” I said.

    “They’re great. Taz here is my best friend. If I didn’t have him, I’d probably be locked up in my house sulking,” the man replied. His hand rubbed along the dog’s back. Ridiculous. Everybody swore their dog was their best friend, but when the dog doesn’t even speak your language, how in the world could that be? It’s not like a dog could answer an SOS text from you when you were on a bad date unless you were lucky enough to have them around to give a quick nip to whoever was creeping.

    Taz pawed at the man’s hand for a moment before looking toward the shore. Something caught his attention.

    “I think he’s trying to tell you something,” I said, pointing to the dog. Before I even finished my sentence, Taz charged full speed toward the water.

    The man stood up and dusted off his wrinkly legs, “Well, guess that means I gotta move on to.” The sand from his legs landed all over my back and neck. Thanks guy. As if I didn’t already have enough sand to clean off from your stupid dog.

    He doffed his sunhat at me. “Pleasure making your acquaintance m’lady,” he said.

    I didn’t answer.

    The man stood there for a moment and then started toward the water where Taz was jumping the waves as though they were tiny hurdles.

    When the man was far enough away to not hear my voice I picked up my towel to shake the sand off. Better reset.

    “You know, the best way to get sand off your body is to just dunk in the water,” Gaither said. He hadn’t yet made it to the shoreline and he was still calling back to me. If I had any questions whether he was creepy before, I certainly didn’t have any now.

    “Thanks,” I said, laying my towel on the sand again, “I’ll make my own solutions.”

    “Suit yourself.” Gaither turned and continued on his way toward the shore while I silently thanked whatever powers that be he was heading that way.

    1. That's great. You're doing a really good job of making everything meaningful. Every moment is a strong one and the actions are hooking into each other.

  4. “Grandpa, you’re going the wrong way!” Jacob insisted, for about the fifth time. “The entrance is back that way. Over by the rides.”
    Curtis glanced at his grandson, sitting beside him in the passenger seat, and once again reassured him, “Don’t worry. Grandpa knows where he’s going. I’ve been coming here for a long, long time.”
    “But the gate’s over there. See the big Ferris wheel?”
    “That’s the Yellow Gate. We’re going in the Blue Gate. It’s a lot better. We won’t have to wait in a long line, and we won’t have to spend fifteen minutes walking through the Fun Zone to get to the good stuff.”
    “But Grandpa, the Fun Zone is the good stuff!”
    Curtis smiled, reached over and ruffled the boy’s hair. “We’ll, see. Jacob. We’ll see.”
    The boy just glared at him for a moment, then turned away, staring out the truck’s window at nothing in particular.
    They followed the perimeter of the lot to the opposite side of the fairgrounds, approaching the parking area adjacent to the Blue Gate. Curtis stopped the truck to pay an attendant for a general parking pass.
    “You see, Jacob. I just saved us five dollars right there. We can park up close over here for cheap. We’ll be closer to the entrance here than those suckers who paid twice as much for preferred parking over on the other side.”
    “That’s great,” Jacob said, in a sarcastic monotone. “Then we can walk, like, a mile to get to the games and rides.”
    Curtis pulled into a parking space. “Look at that,” he said. “Six rows from the gate.”
    “Six rows and a mile.”
    “Oh, quit your bellyaching. I already told you, all the best stuff is over on this side. The farm animals, the barbecued turkey legs, the art gallery, the flower and garden building...”
    “Boring, huh? Well, what about a classic car museum? We can look at a bunch of old race cars, right up close. And I think there’s a model railroad exhibit somewhere, too.”
    Jacob closed his eyes, leaned back against the headrest, and made snoring noises.
    Curtis unfolded the sunshade and wedged it up against the windshield, grabbed his hat, and got out of the truck. “You can stay here and sleep, then,” he said as he started walking toward the ticket booths. “I’ll tell you all about it,” he yelled over his shoulder toward the truck. He smiled slightly when he heard the passenger door open and close, and Jacob’s rapid footsteps.
    “Wait up, Grandpa. Jeez!”
    Curtis turned around, wearing a look of feigned surprise. “Oh, well that was a short nap. So you’ll be joining me after all?”
    “You wouldn’t have really left me in the truck.”
    “Oh, you don’t think so?”
    “I’d tell my mom and dad. You’d go to jail.”
    “No one likes a tattle-tale, Jacob. Come on, lets get our tickets.”
    After passing through the turnstiles, they followed a concrete walkway through a short tunnel under White Ave. Jacob seemed to forget his boredom for the moment, delighting at the sound of his own whoops and hollers echoing off the tiled walls. They emerged on the other side, suddenly surrounded by the mingled aromas of caramel corn, wood smoke, and teriyaki sauce.
    “Well, Jacob,” Curtis said, taking his grandson by the hand. “What would you like to do first?”
    “ The Fun Zone, of course.” Jacob said. “No, actually...I guess first I wanna get a corn dog.”
    “Maybe in a little while. We just ate right before we left the house. How about we go check out the farm animals?”
    “Farm animals are stupid.”
    “We’re just going to look at them, Jacob, not ask them directions.”
    “Come on, they’re right up this way.”
    “Whatever,” Jacob mumbled, as they walked toward the big red barn.

    1. That's great Robert. I love the way you're using the antagonist here! He's not a bad guy. In fact, he'a really good guy, and the tension is building.

  5. Glenda chose the Alice in Wonderland slot and within three spins managed to hit the Cheshire Cat bonus game. The wheels spun and over three quarters of the reels were covered in Wild symbols, and the machine paid her three hundred and twenty-five dollars. Not bad for a one dollar bet.

    Trevor ran his hand through his hair. She had already spotted him so no use pretending he was a casual observer. He looked up at the overhead camera, shrugged his shoulders, and took the seat next to her. Glenda didn’t spare him a glance.

    “Wow, you have unbelievable luck.”

    Rather than strike the spin button, Glenda gave her full attention to Trevor, more than he wanted. Her eyes accused him of something dastardly, worse than simply tracking her every move in the casino.

    “Please skip the bullshit and formalities, Mr…?”

    “Trevor,” he smiled. “Just call me Trevor.”

    She nodded, the tiniest dip of her head, and went back to the zany characters on the screen, the Queen of Hearts ordering about her wimpy guards, and Alice observing the Mad Hatter and the smoking Caterpillar going about their business.

    “Crazy game, huh?”

    She didn't give him one iota of acknowledgement. Not a raised brow, hint of a smile, or break in her button hitting pace. Trevor clamped a hand on his face and nearly squeezed his lips out of shape. He opted for a different tactic. The direct approach.

    “Okay. So how do you do it?”

    Score. She glanced at him and inhaled deeply, blowing out air as if she took a large hit on a cigar, yet kept playing the machine.

    “Your little electronic gizmos didn’t detect any equipment, sensors, or other possible devices on me, right?”

    “Right,” I said.

    “So you know I’m not manipulating the machines, correct?”

    “Well, yes you are but not in the traditional sense.”

    Glenda finally rested her betting hand and gave Trevor her full attention, actually turning her torso in his direction.

    “Good observation.”

    “What do you mean?”

    “You don’t see anything, yet you know something is there.”

    “Exactly!” Trevor said, excited that she was about to divulge how she manipulated the slots.

    Glenda stood up and cashed out.

    “Wait a minute,” he said. “You’re only at eight hundred dollars. You usually get closer to the IRS limit.”

    “So?” She stepped away from the machine. “I’m done. For now.”

    Trevor needed the promotion. On the low end of the available security jobs in the casino, he needed more than to live from paycheck to paycheck. He wanted Lograsso’s position.

    “Will you tell me how you do it?”

    “Why the hell would I want to do that?”

    Trevor raised and dropped a shoulder. “So I can look good to my boss?”

    “Finally,” Glenda said, with a nod as slight as her smile. “Now you’re being honest. I like that.”

    “Will you show me how you win?” A moment passed.

    “Breathe,” she said.

    Trevor didn’t realize he held his breath and exhaled, a chuckle escaping with his hopeful expectation.

    “All right. Here’s the deal," she said. "If I show you—teach you what it is I do to win, will you lay off of me? Will you make sure I’m not prosecuted by your casino?”

    He thought about it. Learning from her might prevent others in the future from using the same technique, not that he’d ever seen what she did in all his twelve years of walking the casino floor. Gaining her knowledge might put him at the top for consideration of the Head of Security position he had been longing for.

    “Okay, agreed.” With the wave of a hand he motioned to the other Alice in Wonderland machine in front of him. “Show me.”

    Glenda shook her head with a grin similar to the Cheshire Cat on her screen. “That’s not where the lesson starts. Follow me.”