h so much coffee is needed this morning. It s brewing, I am writing while I wait. Timers ready and let’s get going.
Okay I like this. I started off writing about a change in family dynamics and then decided that this was a murder victim. I wasn’t what I expected and I’ll need time to work on the story, but I like it.
Tuesday, May 7th: He picked up the tackle box.
He picked up his tackle box. The arguments from the night before still stained the air. They floated around, twisting through the breeze created from the vents. He said all he needed to say. As far as he was concerned the matter was closed. Either his decision would be accepted or it wouldn’t. He was finished arguing his point.
He was also tired of listening to others try to change his mind. He knew they would need time to adjust. He spent months thinking about it and determining his course of action and they just had the news dropped on them. ‘Although they should have known something was up,’ he thought as he opened his tackle box and made certain everything was in it’s place.
It hadn’t been a secret that he was thinking things over. But Jeremy know that there was a difference between thought and action. ‘And most hoped for a different outcome.’
That had been clear by the arguments and protests.
He knew they would need the time and so he was giving t to them. He would go on his planned fishing trip and let them settle. Let them think through things and above all calm down. Things were changing. It wasn’t a bad thing, it was just something new.
‘But it has already been set in motion,’ he thought as he snapped the tackle box shut and headed for the door. He made certain to lock the door behind him, twisting the knob to ensure it actually was locked.
He presented what was going on and even though he did his best to convey that the changes were already made, most of them thought he was letting them know what would be coming in the future. They thought they could change his mind before he enacted his plan. No matter what words he used, they didn’t seem to grasp that this was a done deal. Nothing would change it. Their future was changing because he had already made his changes.
A he walked to his car, he turned his words over in his mind. Were there other terms that could have made his thoughts and actions more clear? He didn’t know. While he thought long and hard about the changes before implementing them, he thought equally hard about how to tell the others. He revised and rewrote the coy in his mind hundreds of times so that he would be clear and still, he wasn’t sure the message was conveyed.
‘Might not me my words,’ he thought as he placed his tackle box in the car next to the already loaded fishing rods. ‘They just might not want to hear what I am saying.’
Jeremy realized he couldn’t change that and got in his car. ‘Best to give them a few days to settle.’ He thought again.
He smiled. ‘Besides, I’ve been looking forward to this trip. He had been going up to Lake Rosen every year since his grandfather first took him. There were pictures of him going as a baby and other faded ones where he learned to bait a hook on the docks. But the first time he was allowed on the boat he was about five. He thought himself quite the big boy then and from that point on he went every year.
He went with his grandfather until the old man passed. His father never wanted to go and none of his sons enjoyed it either. He still had hopes for his grandsons and thought it was a hobby that might skip through the generations. Every other one heading to the lake annually. As Jeremy pulled out of the drive he didn’t know that this would be his last visit.
Ten til Midnight 