Sunday, September 6, 2015

September 6


  1. Well, I kind of jumped the gun, and did this one yesterday. I wrapped up the story right after the final conflict. But... I did choose a title.
    "A Tail (←see what I did there) of Two Zombies"

  2. Robert sat outside the door, hands folded, waiting. The door opened. Kathy stood there smiling a sheepish smile.
    “Well?” Robert asked.
    “Thank you.” Kathy said “I’m sorry you missed your flight.”
    “I couldn’t let them jail my little runaway.” Robert smiled.
    “I just thought, well, I wanted to give it one last try.” Kathy said, sitting next to Robert. “We had a good thing.”
    “I hate breaking up, but...”
    “Then does it need to be a but?” Kathy interrupted.
    “..but” Robert continued, “this is a dream job.”
    “And this is a dream relationship.” Kathy said, “Dream jobs will last a few year, but love can last a lifetime.”
    “And whose dream job do we give up?” Robert asked.
    “And why does it always have to be the woman?” Kathy asked.
    “They’re calling my flight.” Robert got up.
    “Maybe you weren’t the right one for me.” Kathy said.
    “Maybe you’re right.” Robert said.

    He turned and walked away.

    1. I like this one a LOT. IT's a good way to end a story. Great.

  3. I grabbed a towel from one of the coat hangers in the tower and rushed down the steps to Gaither. When I got to Gaither’s side, Taz was jumping all over me, whining and whimpering. I reached down and touched his shoulder and gave it a gentle shake. He didn’t wake up.

    “Come on, old man!” I said. I shook his shoulder again and saw his hand drop away from his face. His whole cheek was covered in blood. Taz was still barking, louder than before, yet none of the sunhats turned towards us. None of the people running by looked our direction. Even the dogs were too busy fetching to worry about the life of their species’s best friend.

    I sighed. If I called out for help, I could get in trouble. After all, I was the one who caused him to fall, creeper or not; but, if I didn’t call for help I’d be in trouble too. I wasn’t exactly wanting to draw attention to myself, but when someone is hurt you just had to sometimes. I screamed out loud, “Help!”

    One sunhat turned and looked in my direction. Taz charged towards the person, with his tail wagging like a windup toy. The sunhat person didn’t seem to come looking, but looked up and down the shore for the lifeguard. Thankfully, the gorgeous lifeguard who’d saved me earlier was just at the water line, bandaging up a wound of some kind. The sunhat waved down the hot lifeguard and it was only moments later that the cute lifeguard was at my side again.

    “What happened?” he asked.

    “He fell from the tower,” I said.
    The lifeguard began to turn Gaither to his side. Something about Gaither’s face was different this time though. His face was still bloody, but his mouth—his mouth was curved into that same crooked smile.

    “He’s alive!” I said, pointing to his smile. When I said that, Taz reappeared at Gaither’s side, and began licking his face incessantly. The blood appeared to wipe off.

    The lifeguard slowly eased Gaither to an upright position and asked him questions about breathing and such.

    Gaither held his hand up. It quivered a bit as he replied, “I’m really quite all right, thank you.”

    “How can you be all right?” I asked. I pointed up to the tower, “That’s a big fall, especially for someone old.”

    Gaither smiled his crooked smile again and pointed to a sand dune that led up to the platform at the tower. “For a seasoned vet like me, rolling down sand is kind of fun.” His shaky voice broke into a giggle. “You should have seen your face though. You were so worried!” He contorted his face so his eyes were gigantic and his mouth was open wide.

    I pulled the towel around me super tight. Even though I was semi glad he was okay, it didn’t feel right to be the butt of a joke. I started to make my way back to my original tanning space and heard Gaither call from behind me.

    I didn’t quite hear what he said, but it sounded like it might be something profound. I stopped and turned around.

    “You know, Taz is great with pulling loads. If you must go, at least let him pull you to the ropes so you don’t pass out.”

    I looked down at my feet for a moment. They seemed like they were somewhat strong, but it was hard to tell if it was just because of adrenaline or not. Gaither watched me for a moment with Taz sitting at his side. It only took about two seconds for Taz to get to where I was, and I laid my towel out on the ground.

    “Tie the towel to his collar and hold on tight!” Gaither called.

    I did just that, and at the first few tugs, I smiled. I didn’t want to spend time with people, and I had come with the intent of being avoided by dogs too, but Taz was pulling me, making sure I made it to the border of the beach unharmed and alive. As we passed the lifeguard tower, I could hear Gaither’s voice behind us.

    “It’s something, isn’t it?”

    Yeah, it really was something.

  4. Trevor hit the “Repeat Bet” button over and over, adding the small wins to his growing jackpot on the Goldfish machine. He enjoyed the bonus games that popped up intermittently. No wonder Glenda always chose the cartoon like machines. They were so much more fun and entertaining.

    He had just dropped a twenty in the sixth machine, keeping his jackpots down to about eight hundred dollars usually holding off on security’s attention a bit longer than Glenda had. He sensed the attention of the guard trailing him after the fourth machine in the Tahoe casino.

    After a year of winning and having enough to buy the restaurant, he was ready to give back and pass on the information to another person. Trevor knew she was the one the moment he met her.

    A young woman sat on the stool next to him. She shook her head.

    “You’re on a losing streak today?”

    “Yeah,” she said. “Thank goodness I only allot myself thirty dollars a week to gamble or else I’d be flat broke.”

    Trevor stopped hitting the rebet button and turned his attention to the young woman. “Why do you do it?”

    “Honestly?” He nodded. “I keep hoping to hit a big one so I can get out of this town and move closer to my kids. I messed up a few years back and served some time. But now I just want to make things right. The problem is, I don’t make enough to save anything that can make a difference.”

    “Let me show you something,” Trevor said.