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The Life of His Dreams

Story ID:9880
Written by:Michael Timothy Smith (bio, link, contact, other stories)
Story type:Fiction
Location:Caldwell ID USA
Year:2014
Person:Fictional
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I was entered in the Writers Weekly 24-Hour Short story contest this weekend.

Here's the topic I received on Saturday and my submission..

TODAY'S TOPIC!
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She rolled her eyes as another one of her cabin mates tried
to stifle sobs. She couldn't believe she had to stay at this
horrible camp all summer! Her stomach growled. As she
stepped toward her trunk for a forbidden snack, she tripped
on a loose board. Curious, she leaned over to peek between
the cracks, and saw...
~~~~~
WORD COUNT: Stories for today's topic must not exceed 900
words.


He Lived the Life of His Dreams


Ginny sat in the back seat of her parent's Malibu; tears threatened to spill.
Her parents argued. "Why do you insist on sending Ginny to camp every year? You know
she doesn't like it."

"It will make her stronger." father retorted.

"That's bull! You just want her out of your hair."

"Whatever!"

The car slowed. Ginny heard the blinker clicking, as they pulled into the
wooded road that led to the girls camp. The sun disappeared; blocked by the trees.

They broke through the shade. Other cars were parked in the grass. Parents and
children swarmed the grassy area lined by forest.
There were hugs and tears.

Ginny thought of earlier years and wanted to cry. She hated this place, their rules,
the lack of comfort and the older girls who thought they ruled the world.

She hugged her parents and held back tears. Her parents drove away. In spite of
her earlier feelings, she felt a weight lift from her shoulders. Her father didn't look back.
She was glad to be rid of his constant abuse.

That night, she rolled her eyes as another one of her cabin mates tried to stifle
sobs. Ginny couldn't believe she had to stay at this horrible camp all summer! Her
stomach growled. As she stepped toward her trunk for a forbidden snack, she tripped on a loose
board. Curious, she leaned over to peek between the cracks, and saw an ornate
wooden jewelry box. It looked like it was once buried, but a mouse partially exposed it
while making a nest.

One of the other girls stirred.
Ginny decided to wait until she was alone.

****************

Roach and Maggot, as they were known to their criminal friends, surveyed the
house. They'd waited months for the rich couple, who'd built a mansion on the Atlantic
coast, to leave. They'd heard they were going on a cruise.

"They must have valuables." Maggot thought.

They weren't concerned by the daylight. The area was isolated.

They broke a window on a door, reached in, unlocked it and stepped inside.

Sunlight reflected off the polished hardwood floor, blinding them. They covered
their eyes and moved on.

They found their jackpot in the woman's private bathroom. It was an ornate
wooden box. Inside they discovered a hoard of jewelry: diamonds, pearls and precious
stones.

Maggot gasped. "This is it, Roach! Let's get out of here."

They'd planned well. They'd waited until the older couple were away, but forgot
to plan a getaway. There was only one way out of the area and they'd triggered a silent
alarm.

A mile from the house, they saw flashing red lights approaching.

"Oh crap!" Roach said. "Hang on!"

He hit the brakes, turned the wheel and spun the car around. Roach punched the gas, but
the police car gained on them.

They passed the house they'd just robbed and came to a dead end thick trees on
both sides, the Atlantic ocean in front and a police car closing in from behind.

"What are we going to do, Roach?" Maggot fretted.

"Run, idiot!"

They bolted from the car and disappeared into the forest.

The police car screeched to a halt behind them, but the two were out of sight,
running deeper into the forest.

Maggot and Roach came to a fence. They climbed it, as more sirens screamed
behind them.

They found themselves in a grassy area. Small cottages lined the perimeter. They
ran across the field and pushed open the door of the first cottage they came too.

**************

Two hundred yards away, Ralph surveyed the camp grounds. It was his final
inspection of the season. Leaves blew across the recently cut grass. He'd managed these
grounds for ten years, ever since he retired. It was a good job for a retiree.

He heard the sirens and wondered if a fire burned somewhere.

At the far end of the field, he saw two men dash into one of the cabins. "What the
hell?"

Police stormed the area. One of them ran to Ralph. "We're looking for two men."

Ralph pointed. "I saw them run into that cabin."

The police surrounded it. Ralph watched as the criminals were escorted out in
handcuffs.

**************

Ginny pretended to be sick. She didn't want to play softball with the other girls.
Her camp leader told her she could stay inside. Ginny pretended to read her book, but
her thoughts were on the box under the floorboards.

Once she was alone, she used a stick to pry up the loose board. She reached down
and lifted the wooden box from under the floor.

She held her breath, flinched when she heard someone pass close to her cabin and
opened the box.

It was empty.

Although disappointed, she loved the carvings in the wood. She would use it to
store the jewelry she made.

**************

Thousands of miles away, in the Mediterranean, Ralph sipped a cold, sweating
glass of beer

He'd followed the news about the robbery. He'd seen something in the hands of
the robbers when they entered the cabin. When they were arrested, their hands were
empty. The jewels were never found. The thieves never told.

It took him months, but he found their stash.

He'd left the box where it was, but took his retirement with him.

He lived the life of his dreams.

Michael T. Smith
Word count 890