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Gold #15, Mystic Beach Blue #7
Name: kay_brooke
Story: Unusual Florida
Colors: Gold #15 (one of the greatest disservices you can do to a man is to lend him money that he can't pay back), Mystic Beach Blue #7 (here)
Styles/Supplies: Canvas, Seed Beads, Charcoal, Graffiti (Skindiving)
Word Count: 338
Rating/Warnings: PG-13; no standard warnings apply
Summary: Robert fumes.
Note: A follow-up to this piece. Constructive criticism is welcome, either through comments or PM.
When he left the hotel it was not his home he returned to, not the little abandoned house he hadn’t been able to give up after his son died and his wife left him, but to the resort.
The resort, that was his and only his. Always had been. That was what his parents had wanted.
His bungalow sat, dark and empty, but he drove straight past and into the parking lot in front of the Cove. The lot was entirely abandoned; it was the off season, and no one came onto the grounds except for his maintenance crew three days a week. But even they weren’t to be found on an early Sunday evening.
Robert parked his little blue Toyota at the very back of the lot and took the path all the way down to the beach, where the eastern sky was just beginning to turn the bluish-gray that dusk took on cloudy days. The waves were high tonight; storm probably coming in.
Robert stood on the beach while the wind whipped at his jacket, and fumed. Who did Karen think she was? Pay him back for the money he had given her? There was no paying back. No amount of money, not even the entirety of the Breaker fortune, could replace what she was taking away from him. The work they were doing was important, and now she was yanking the children away from him like they had been a loan, as if it was all a game.
Had she ever truly believed?
He kicked at the sand in his rage, grains flying up to be ripped away by the wind. The toe of his left wingtip hit a rock and he picked it up and tossed it into the waves.
No. He wouldn’t stand for this. Karen couldn’t pay him hush money. She owed him more than she could ever afford.
And if she wouldn’t give it to him, he would have to take drastic measures.
kay_brookeStory: Unusual Florida
Colors: Gold #15 (one of the greatest disservices you can do to a man is to lend him money that he can't pay back), Mystic Beach Blue #7 (here)
Styles/Supplies: Canvas, Seed Beads, Charcoal, Graffiti (Skindiving)
Word Count: 338
Rating/Warnings: PG-13; no standard warnings apply
Summary: Robert fumes.
Note: A follow-up to this piece. Constructive criticism is welcome, either through comments or PM.
When he left the hotel it was not his home he returned to, not the little abandoned house he hadn’t been able to give up after his son died and his wife left him, but to the resort.
The resort, that was his and only his. Always had been. That was what his parents had wanted.
His bungalow sat, dark and empty, but he drove straight past and into the parking lot in front of the Cove. The lot was entirely abandoned; it was the off season, and no one came onto the grounds except for his maintenance crew three days a week. But even they weren’t to be found on an early Sunday evening.
Robert parked his little blue Toyota at the very back of the lot and took the path all the way down to the beach, where the eastern sky was just beginning to turn the bluish-gray that dusk took on cloudy days. The waves were high tonight; storm probably coming in.
Robert stood on the beach while the wind whipped at his jacket, and fumed. Who did Karen think she was? Pay him back for the money he had given her? There was no paying back. No amount of money, not even the entirety of the Breaker fortune, could replace what she was taking away from him. The work they were doing was important, and now she was yanking the children away from him like they had been a loan, as if it was all a game.
Had she ever truly believed?
He kicked at the sand in his rage, grains flying up to be ripped away by the wind. The toe of his left wingtip hit a rock and he picked it up and tossed it into the waves.
No. He wouldn’t stand for this. Karen couldn’t pay him hush money. She owed him more than she could ever afford.
And if she wouldn’t give it to him, he would have to take drastic measures.