Every month I try to write a story using words or phrases submitted to me by others. You can submit some to me by using my twitter @OdlyOtter and the hashtag
#createsomething below is this month’s submission and story. If you made a suggestion, thank you, you should get a high five.
It was another great summers day on a Saturday. I had woken up the smell of bacon and eggs wafting through the house that my mother had made for breakfast. I had just finished my second helping when a heard the sound of a two-stroke engine getting louder as it approached the house; “Thank you for breakfast mom, I can hear Phillip coming up the road he is here to fetch me so I gotta go.”
“Oh, is he driving that thing again? Where are you going to go? I hope it is not far away?” She asked with some nervousness in her voice.
“I have a helmet mother dear and we aren’t going far. Just to meet up with some drug dealers and get tattoos.” I said as I laced up my shoes and picked up my helmet.
“No need for the snarky answer Mr. I am just concerned that is all. Say do you need me to pack anything for you? Then you can have a picnic for lunch later if you like.” Without waiting for me to answer she had already put some items into my bag for me to take with.
“We are just going to meet up with the rest of the group at our clubhouse and probably spend time there and swimming. So snacks are helpful. I don’t want to make Phillip wait so I am going to go now.” I took my bag as she was packing a packet of gumdrops into it and hugged her. “I promise to not meet up with any drug dealers while I am out. Bye, mom.” I began to walk towards the door.
“Do you have swimming apparel with you then if you plan to swim? You said no drug dealers, but what about the tattoo thing?”
I opened the door and put my helmet on as I responded. “Swimming stuff is also in the bag and I am not making any promises about the tattoo thing. See you later.” I closed the door behind me and ran up to Phillip who was waiting for me. “Alright, Mr. Potato head let’s get this show on the road, sorry for making you wait. Mom wanted to give me some food for later.”
I loved the feeling of the summer sun on my face as we sped through the neighborhood towards the dam. Mrs. Dorna’s dog, as always, chased us down the street barking and snarling at us, the poor thing was so old, it could never keep up for very long. We rounded the corner and the lake was now in sight. We were now just 4 minutes away from the clubhouse. Pitching money together to rent that spot for the summer was one of my better ideas. I had a place right by the lake which had a fridge and air-con but best of all a place to hang out with my friends. All summer long.
As we approached the door of the clubhouse we could see two bicycles outside and hear muffled voices inside, obviously, we were not the first to arrive. I walked inside and greeted Greg and Barry who were sitting on the bean bags. “Alright there champs, you guys are here early.” I walked towards the fridge to pack the things from my bag inside.