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Authors: Russell Elkins
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The clock continued to glow orange every three to four minutes as he thought and worked things out. He couldn’t help but lie there wide awake in his thoughts about Anne and his thoughts about what he was going to ask Sparks in the morning. He thought back to how he had felt when Sparks told him his personal story… about the accident… about the choices he’d made… about how life can turn on a dime… The orange glow on the clock read nearly four o’clock in the morning when Ollie finally stopped wrestling, made his decision, and fell asleep.
Chapter 6
In spite of having slept only a few hours, Ollie found himself awake much earlier than usual. He hovered obsessively over the collection of thoughts left over from yesterday as he showered and got ready. Today’s the day. He found himself more nervous about committing to a decision with Sparks on his future than he was yesterday when he was proposing to Anne.
Sparks had said something about strings being attached to his momentous decision. Ollie found it hard not to worry about what those strings might be. I hope I don’t end up face down on the softball field again. He wasn’t sure if he was going to be up to the challenge of someone giving him real direction in his life.
Ollie sat down for breakfast alone. He poured his cereal into a bowl and flooded it with milk, sitting down at the table to eat. His hand dipped the spoon in.
“Morning, Ollster!” Sparks shouted from behind.
Ollie’s hand reflexively jerked up and away, launching a bite of milky breakfast into the air like a rocket, sending the bowl spinning like a top across the table and onto the floor. He wheeled around to face his assassin.
Sparks whispered, “You still scream like a girl.”
Ollie smiled uneasily. “I guess I should probably start locking the doors at night.”
“A rational idea. C’mon. Grab your bag and we’ll talk on the way to class.”
“You’re helping me clean up first.”
“Is that right?”
Ollie threw a dishrag at him.
Ollie had to grab a granola bar on his way out. Sparks didn’t ask for one, and Ollie wouldn’t have given him one anyway. That’s what you get when you mess with a man’s breakfast.
Stepping out of Tall House into the cold outdoors wasn’t as shocking as it could have been. There were probably only ten degrees of difference. But that’s mild compared to how I feel when I step out of the warm shower each morning.
Even with the chill of the morning Ollie was starting to warm up to Sparks. There was something good about him. As they walked toward his first class, he decided to dive right in and get it over with. “I miss her like crazy, man. I thought about her all night and finally came to a conclusion. Then I woke up this morning and had to start the entire mental process over again. Still… I think I know what I need to do. It’s time to move on, isn’t it?”
“Are you asking me or telling me? Because that’s for you to decide. Not me.”
“I guess I’m doing a little of both. I’m telling you it’s time to move on… start over, find a new girl. And I’m asking you if I’m stupid for deciding that.”
“What about Anne?”
“Looks like I don’t have much of a choice, huh? After last night, I mean. I could try to wedge my way back in and try to get things the way they were before, but I’m not sure that would be a good idea. We weren’t exactly America’s most exciting couple.”
“No kidding. Okay, go on.”
“So… help me find the girl for me. Will you do that?”
Sparks grinned that obnoxious grin and said nothing.
“Someday I… I want it all: the perfect job, the perfect house with the white picket fence, all that—”
“Cuz that’s what life’s all about, right?”
“No, it’s not. But if you’d let me finish, I was gonna say that right now I’m really only worried about one thing. The right girl. Match me with a girl that’s good for me. And you know what, I think I can take it
The clock continued to glow orange every three to four minutes as he thought and worked things out. He couldn’t help but lie there wide awake in his thoughts about Anne and his thoughts about what he was going to ask Sparks in the morning. He thought back to how he had felt when Sparks told him his personal story… about the accident… about the choices he’d made… about how life can turn on a dime… The orange glow on the clock read nearly four o’clock in the morning when Ollie finally stopped wrestling, made his decision, and fell asleep.
Chapter 6
In spite of having slept only a few hours, Ollie found himself awake much earlier than usual. He hovered obsessively over the collection of thoughts left over from yesterday as he showered and got ready. Today’s the day. He found himself more nervous about committing to a decision with Sparks on his future than he was yesterday when he was proposing to Anne.
Sparks had said something about strings being attached to his momentous decision. Ollie found it hard not to worry about what those strings might be. I hope I don’t end up face down on the softball field again. He wasn’t sure if he was going to be up to the challenge of someone giving him real direction in his life.
Ollie sat down for breakfast alone. He poured his cereal into a bowl and flooded it with milk, sitting down at the table to eat. His hand dipped the spoon in.
“Morning, Ollster!” Sparks shouted from behind.
Ollie’s hand reflexively jerked up and away, launching a bite of milky breakfast into the air like a rocket, sending the bowl spinning like a top across the table and onto the floor. He wheeled around to face his assassin.
Sparks whispered, “You still scream like a girl.”
Ollie smiled uneasily. “I guess I should probably start locking the doors at night.”
“A rational idea. C’mon. Grab your bag and we’ll talk on the way to class.”
“You’re helping me clean up first.”
“Is that right?”
Ollie threw a dishrag at him.
Ollie had to grab a granola bar on his way out. Sparks didn’t ask for one, and Ollie wouldn’t have given him one anyway. That’s what you get when you mess with a man’s breakfast.
Stepping out of Tall House into the cold outdoors wasn’t as shocking as it could have been. There were probably only ten degrees of difference. But that’s mild compared to how I feel when I step out of the warm shower each morning.
Even with the chill of the morning Ollie was starting to warm up to Sparks. There was something good about him. As they walked toward his first class, he decided to dive right in and get it over with. “I miss her like crazy, man. I thought about her all night and finally came to a conclusion. Then I woke up this morning and had to start the entire mental process over again. Still… I think I know what I need to do. It’s time to move on, isn’t it?”
“Are you asking me or telling me? Because that’s for you to decide. Not me.”
“I guess I’m doing a little of both. I’m telling you it’s time to move on… start over, find a new girl. And I’m asking you if I’m stupid for deciding that.”
“What about Anne?”
“Looks like I don’t have much of a choice, huh? After last night, I mean. I could try to wedge my way back in and try to get things the way they were before, but I’m not sure that would be a good idea. We weren’t exactly America’s most exciting couple.”
“No kidding. Okay, go on.”
“So… help me find the girl for me. Will you do that?”
Sparks grinned that obnoxious grin and said nothing.
“Someday I… I want it all: the perfect job, the perfect house with the white picket fence, all that—”
“Cuz that’s what life’s all about, right?”
“No, it’s not. But if you’d let me finish, I was gonna say that right now I’m really only worried about one thing. The right girl. Match me with a girl that’s good for me. And you know what, I think I can take it
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