that's a wrap.
- just a girl trying to figure it out, and that's a wrap. -
For today's random writing, this is what I've got to work with:
Main character: a young man in his late teens, who can be quite rude
Secondary character: a woman in her sixties, who can be quite charming
Setting: the story begins at a swimming pool
Situation: an elderly person is burgled
Theme: it's a story about infidelity
Character action: your character takes control of the situation
It was late and the hotel swimming pool had turned into an eighteen and up kind of scene. There were alcoholic beverages strewn around the perimeter, left in the wake of the bachelorette party that had just ended. Some party-goers lingered, but hotel employee Martin Vanity had come to clean up the disaster.
"One beer can here and another here and why can't you just use a trash can?" He muttered to himself. With gloved hands he grabbed at the cans and bottles on the ground and chucked them into his garbage bag. "I swear..."
"Excuse me, young man." An elderly woman who had to be almost seventy, tiptoed toward Martin.
"I'm looking for my husband. Little short man with gray hair."
"Haven't seen him."
Martin continues with his business and the woman places her hands on her hips. She looks around the darkened pool area.
"He said he would meet me down here. I can't imagine where he'd be."
"Sorry, lady. I don't know what to tell you."
"Could you just help me find him? He must've gotten lost on the way to the pool."
"I've got to get this place cleaned up."
"It'll only take a few minutes."
With a huff Martin drops his garbage bag and follows the woman toward the pool exit. They look around the surrounding hallways for a few minutes.
Martin stops in the middle of the hallway and lets out a frustrated grunt. "I need to get back to work."
"He has to be here somewhere." She looks around and smiles. "There!" She points to a man off in the distance, headed for the pool.
The woman takes off running after him and Martin slowly makes his way back toward his work area. All the while muttering to himself about salaries, Wall Street, and college loans.
Back in the pool area Martin picks up his trash bag and starts reaching for more debris. Out of the corner of his eye he sees Mabel or whatever her name was, wrapping her arms around the old man's neck. It was almost kind of sweet. Untill...
"Hey!" Martin yelled. "What're you doing?"
The woman was pulling a wallet from the man's back pocket.
"Mind your manners, son," the old man said with a smile.
Martin grabbed the wallet from the woman's hand and dangled it in front of the man's face.
"She was playing you man. Swindling you. You almost lost big."
The old man smiled and patted Martin on the back.
"Thanks son. Really appreciate the help."
I wanted to end this one with Martin closing his sketchbook, like everything that had just happened was only a drawing and nothing more. But it's nearly 1 AM and my brain can't handle the pressure :)
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