I search the hammock and I find he is not there. Only a post card with writing on it.
I check in the house but there is no sign of him.
But then I remembered there was a room in the boat house that I hadn't checked. A room filled with junk that me and David had collected over the years, and a small bed that was useless to us.
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I open the boat house door and in the small room I found him. Peaceful sleeping on the bed that as I said once before had no use.
I walk slowly to the covered window. Pulling at the blind until it sprung up revealing the bright sun through the glass.
The frightened young man jumped out of bed and I quickly apologised.
"I'm sorry"
"No I'm sorry, I just came in here to shut my eyes, if that's alright" he replies.
"I didn't mean to wake you".
"No, it's okay, what time is it anyway?" He asks rubbing his eyes.
"About 3".
"Where's...?-"
"David, he's playing golf".
I pull out the postcard I found by the hammock and offer him it.
"I think you might've left one of these by the hammock".
He smiles and takes it, pulling out a dozen of cards along with it.
"Looks like quite a collection" I say.
"Yeah, every once in a while, I float something out there". He replies.
"Are you a writer?" I ask.
"No, I wouldn't go that far" he laughs.
"mind if I take a peek?" I ask, only if you don't mind" I ask reassuringly.
"No" he smiles.
"Wait, why are these in all different handwriting?" I ask confused.
"Cause different people wrote them".
"You said that-" I was cut off.
"No, they're my words. I just don't write them myself". He replies
"Mind if I ask why?"
"Cause I never really learned how, that's why".
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Me and Michael walk through the garden while reading all of his cards. One catching my attention.
"That's very funny, I hope the transcriber wasn't a nun". I joke.
"I don't think so, check the bottom corner". He says.
"Sandy Diamond?" I ask.
"Oh, Randy, cool guy, ran a scuba clinic in Des Moines". He replies.
"A scuba clinic in Des Moines?" I ask.
"You should have seen the "Ashram" in Vegas". He smiles.
"I think I'll pass". I scoff.
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I Step out onto the porch where Michael was sitting. He looked so caught up in his own world.
"Can I get you something?, are you hungry?" I ask him.
He snaps back into reality. And quickly replies.
"Oh, no thanks".
"If you need anything, let me know" I smile.
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{𝘋𝘢𝘳𝘬 𝘏𝘢𝘳𝘣𝘰𝘳} ɴᴏʀᴍᴀɴ ʀᴇᴇᴅᴜs x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ
Mystery / Thriller"Its funny , your worst nightmare always seems so far away. Then all of a sudden , there it is , like a monstrous tidal wave. You try to escape but you cant , you struggle , and struggle , and struggle. Your desperate cries unheard. Then something s...
