Morning all. Have you ever woken up with a song in your head and you can’t remember when you last heard the song and why it is there? I woke up with the Green Acres theme song stuck in my brain this morning. No clue where it came from.Kind of annoying but I am hoping that the morning prompt will knock it out of it’s loop. Also I’m putting on the radio as soon as I finish this prompt so other tunes might take it’s place. So lets get started before my brain circles back to the intro. Timers on and fifteen mintues are a go.
Oh that’s better. The song has faded and my brain is ready for the day. Good job writing prompt.
Thursday, December 3rd: The table was piled high with snack foods.
The table was piled high with snack foods. All the major groups were represented, from fun-yuns to snowballs. The fridge was practically bursting with sodas of all varieties. He even broke a life time habit of avoidance and added diet to the mix knowing the preferences of some who would be joining him.
It was a sacrifice, but he made it.
He wanted no excuses. This weekend they would gather and everything would be sorted. There would be no excuse for an inadvertent slight. No one would claim their tastes were not taken into account.
In the second fridge of the garage were all of the items needed for the cookout later. Beef, chicken seafood and soy were all present. While he had been assured that the soy patties were the preference for the vegans in the mix, he added a packet of frozen bean burgers as well, just in case.
After the purchase of the diet soda, that hadn’t hurt as much.
Kyle ran a hand through his thinning hair, lamenting momentarily at least, that it wasn’t the luxurious mane he sported the last time they gathered. While all of them stayed connected, it was a phone and e-mail sort of connect. They had not all been in the same room together for more than twenty years.
They wouldn’t be together now if it weren’t for the money. Secure in the fact that everything was as settled as he could make it, he settled in a chair to await the first arrival, wondering who it would actually be.
He couldn’t decide. There had been so much time. Things wouldn’t be like they were, he knew that even when he added fun-yuns to his cart. This may have been a reunion and they all agreed to the guise of it, the cover of reveling in times past and catching up. But underneath was business. Long ago they all started something. It was something fun they never expected to go anywhere.
And for a long time it didn’t. When they split, they all agreed to split everything equally. A five way contract. Tommy’s dad was a contract lawyer and they took a template from him. Despite the legalese, the break down was simple. The project and any associated profits were all to be divided equally between them. When the other’s left, Kyle was to have control of caretaking the project and do any future development on it. He had carte balance as far as what he could do, but he couldn’t ask anyone to reimburse him for expenses unless the project turned a profit and then the expenses could be taken out of the profit, before the rest of the funds were divvied out.
It was clear cut and for a while Kyle barely thought of the project. Then slowly the world changed. Technology developed and he began to see how their project, could move from the theoretical to the practical. At first the expenses were few since most of the world involved his time. Still he kept a record of everything, time and minor expenses and once a month had the records certified for the files with an updated report sent to each of them each year. While they were amused the project still had life, no one gave it a second thought.
Until now.
Now, with millions at stake, everyone remembered the contract. Kyle picked up a can of soda and cracked it open. It would prove to be an interesting weekend.
Ten til Midnight 