It's been a long time since I have written on this page. I haven't written much, but I have recently been itching to start writing again. Then yesterday, an idea popped into my head for new series that I am going to call, ROUGH DRAFT. I am going to write a short story and, through the process, I am going to post the rough draft as I write it piece by piece. So, without further ado:
ROUGH DRAFT: A Nightmare Part 1
Mike hands me a stout. The cold beer bottle litely stings my hands and begins to perspire immediately as the warm Mexican summer air hits it. The first time at the secluded, little known, resort has impressed me. I don’t have any other experience to compare it to. It’s my first time at a resort. Some time ago I decided to limit spending money on things and start spending iron experiences and memories. After all, you don’t take things with you when you die. If there happens to be an afterlife, I’ll have my memories.
“Dad…dad…dad!” Ezekial exclaims louder and louder until I snap out of my thoughts.
“Sorry. What is it son?” I reply. I look at Ezekial and see him pointing. I follow his finger out into the distance and through the gradually dimming light, I see what he is pointing at. With the dying light of the sunset I see a parasailor on the horizon of the ocean, gliding behind an expensive looking power boat.
“I want to try that tomorrow Dad,” Ezekiel bursts out with excitement.
“Whoa there my boy. Not sure you meet the heigh requirements for that ride yet, “ I say to Ezekial. Ezekiel is my youngest child. He’s eleven, but still hasn’t his his next growth spurt. I doubt he could get on many rides at DisneyLand yet. If only his maturity and large spirit were matched by his size. He’d be able to get on any ride if that were the case.
Mike and I both looked at Ezekial. I can tell by Mike’s expression that he feels the disappointment that is etched on Ezekial’s face. Mike too is lacking in stature. Before I can say something to make my son feel better Mike says, “let’s all go and explore the local area tonight.”
“Hell yeah, “ Ezekiel exclaims and quickly covers his mouth when he realizes what he let slip out. Mike and I both start laughing from what Ezekial just said. “Don’t tell Mom what I said, “Ezekiall says.
“Hmmm…,” I pretend to think as I rest my head on my fist. I let the anxiety build in Ezekial as I draw out the moment. “I think we can keep that between us guys, but you’re going to owe me on,” I say.
“Anything! Name your price Dad,” Elias says.
After a short moment Mike interrupts the silence and says, while slipping on his sandals, “well come on. Let’s get shaking.”
I look back outside as the sun disappears. Only a slight glare remains, “it’s getting dark. Let’s postpone going out until the sun is back out tomorrow.”
TO BE CONTINUED
