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A Mothers Nightmare
It was the perfect day. The sun was exploding in the eastern sky, birds were singing their heavenly melody, as a ten-year-old boys bright blue eyes flew open.
Oh, yeah. He had been waiting for this day for nearly two weeks. His dad finally had the weekend off and per his promise, there were going fishing.
Chris Patterson jumped out of bed and put his fishing hat on that read, “Fish Fear Me.” There was an angler in a boat pulling a lunker out of the water. He rummaged through his dresser to find some jeans, socks, and a t-shirt.
With those necessities done, he slipped on his sneakers and he was ready to go.
But something was terribly wrong here. Normally at this point he would be smelling the coffee brewing, the newspaper shuffling, even dad making comments about something on the sports page.
The house was a little too quiet.
In his ten-year-old way of looking at things, he figured that mom and dad were in the garage getting things ready—checking the tackle box, loading the poles, and putting ice in the cooler to cover the drinks.
He opened the door expecting to be greeted with smiling faces but they were not there. Nothing was loaded or even ready.
He closed the door, walked back through the house heading to mom and dad’s room.
Chris listened. Dad was snoring softly and mom was breathing deep. He peeked around the corner of the room. Dad was laying on his back with an arm over his face while mom was laying on her side.
Oh boy. What to do, what to do.
The rules were if mom and dad were sleeping, you let them sleep. That rule is never to be broken unless of emergencies.
Chris didn’t know if this qualified as an emergency or not but they had to get up. They were burning daylight. The early bird gets the worm, and when you get the worm, you put it on a hook and catch the fish.
Okay, maybe not quite like that but it sounded good to him.
“Dad.” He whispered.
A little louder. “Mom.”
She moaned a little but that was all.
Chris stepped out of the door way into their room. He was getting closer to his dad. He tried again. “Come on dad, wake up.”
Dad opened his eyes, saw his son standing there, and closed them again. “Yeah, what’s up buddy?”
Are you serious, what’s up? Chris thought. “Dad, get up. You promised to take me fishing. Remember?”
A deep breath in, a deep breath out. He looked at the clock on the nightstand. “It’s barely six. Go back to bed.”
Chris would not be deterred. “You said early morning was the best time to fish. You get up and get ready, I’ll get your coffee going.”
That got him up. “No. No, son. I’m up and I will get the coffee going.” Memories flashed back to the last time he tried to make coffee. It was awful. Chris must have put in half a can. Strong was not even the right word for it.
Chris was smiling. “Okay, dad. I’m going to go out front and practice casting, like you taught me.”
Dad smiled and waved him on. He slapped his arm back over his face. He took another deep breath and let it out. He had better get up.
Jack Patterson, a thin middle aged man with thinning gray hair, reached over and shook his wife. “You awake?”
Lacy, his wife for nearly twenty years moaned, “Do I have to be?”
“Your son is ready to go fishing. We promised to take him.” He chuckled. “He said he would put coffee on for us.”
“Oh, God. No. Never again.”
Jack put his arm around her holding her for a few minutes. With a gentle kiss behind the ear, he said, “I’m headed for the shower, you go put coffee on before he does.”
Lacy was not ready to be up yet. It had been a long night for her. Her women’s group from church met for several hours. They decorated the church, swapped stories about husbands, and went out for ice cream when they were done.
He was called the Shadow. The name itself came from the days of the Vietnam war. He was the one who always went undercover to kill, destroy, or steal something of value.
Today, he was a soldier for higher. If the price was right, he would do anything.
That anything brought him to Wilson Lake. He had been scoping out the lake for the last week looking for the package.
As he looked down at Eagles Cove, a black SUV pulled in. He watched at the doors opened. A bouncing boy jumped out whooping and hollering. He sprinted down to the water. The two adults, mom was a looker. Blond hair pulled back, nice body. The man was thin but built well. He could probably hold his own in a fight.
He continued to watch.
“Dad, come look, I can see a million fish.”
Jack and Lacy looked at each other. “A million.” Joked Lacy. “He definitely has your imagination.”
“Yeah, yeah.” He replied with a grin. He looked around. “Look at this place, Lacy. It’s beautiful out her.”
And beautiful it was. Large Cottonwoods stood guard over the cove chatting to one another as the breezed danced between the branches. The Sun displayed it majesty as it chased a few fluffy white clouds out of the sky.
Lacy said, “The things of God are clearly seen in his creation.”
“Amen to that.”
Chris ran back looking to help carry the gear down to the water’s edge. Lacy wasn’t going. She had brought a lawn chair and set up shop next to the SUV so she could sun bath while reading a book.
That suited the men just fine.
It didn’t take long till the poles were baited and tossed out. Chris was using a worm and a bobber while dad was fishing with lures to start with.
Time was really flying by. By lunch time, they had two bass in the basket and three bluegill.
And sad to say, but the biggest catch of the day went to Jack. He caught a monster turtle.
While they were taking a break for lunch, that turtle was all Chris could talk about. It was the funniest thing ever.
They ate, and laughed. It was the perfect day.
The Shadow was starting to move closer. He could feel the adrenaline starting to flow through his body. He was still a good mile away. From his vantage point there wasn’t a lot of cover. That didn’t bother him. They couldn’t see him and if they did, so what? People walked the trails all the time. But where the Shadow was, there were no trails.
He got up and jogged to within a half a mile of the family. From there, he would begin to crawl on his elbow. It was time to be a snake and slither down. It was possible he could acquire his target today after all.
Father and son were now sitting by each other telling jokes, just laughing it up.
Lacy peeked up from her book. All of the sudden it got real quiet. Her husband was whispering to her son. That was never good. Then they were laughing again, playfully pushing each other around.
She went back to her book. It was getting to a good part so she tuned them out.
Jack was watching his wife. He whispered to his son. “Go now.”
Chris gave his dad a, I don’t know about this look.
Another prod. “Come one. It will be funny.”
Chris shrugged his shoulder. He got up and walked up to the truck like he was going to get something to drink. He got in the cooler, sloshed the ice around and went around to where his mom was reading.
“Hey mom. Can I have a kiss for luck? We aren’t catching anything right now. It’s getting kind of boring.”
Lacy wasn’t paying that close attention. “Sure, honey.” She puckered up, Chris leaned in but before he kissed her, he pulled out the small fish that was behind his back.
The sun was bright and in her eyes but in the shadow of her sun she saw this fish coming at her face and she screamed..
Chris freaked out and dropped the fish on her chest.
She screamed even louder. “Get if off,” Like it was a big spider or something.
Down by the water, Jack busted a gut laughing nearly falling out of his chair.
Chris was finally able to get the flopping fish; he was hysterical with laughter. “I love you. mom, it was dad’s idea, bye.”
Before Lacy could grab him, he was gone.
Oh, if looks could kill, they would both be dead. She watched as they were laughing and high-fiving each other. She hated fish. She would eat it, but to touch it, that was just nasty. She got up, went for her purse and got out some wet wipes.
They will get theirs, you bet they will. She sat back down and plotted.
Daylight had finally met its match. Darkness was creeping in, making it time to go.
Lacy had already put her stuff away and now waited for the men to get back to the truck so they could leave. They were taking their own sweet time. This was going to be her time now. Without a sound, she walked down to the beach.
“You guys about ready?”
Jack didn’t know she was there and he nearly jumped out of his skin. “Where did you come from?”
She pointed back to the truck like that was a stupid question.
Jack looked at Chris. “Those fish are pretty small, let’s toss them back in and go get some burgers. I’m starved.”
That was fine with Chris.
With that chore done, Jack said, “I guess we’re ready.”
Lacy smiled. “Not quite. There is the little matter of a practical joke you two knuckle heads played on me.”
Chris screamed and pointed right away, “It was all him.” He said to her. Talking to his dad, in fear for his life he continued, “I told you she would be mad. I didn’t want to do it but you made me.”
She swooped down and picked him up. “Oh really, little man. Is that so?”
He was talking a mile a minute. “Honest mom, I was just doing what I was told.”
“Just doing what you were told, huh.” She said looking at her husband who was now grinning from ear to ear. “Did you like you swimming lessons last summer.”
Chris was confused. “Yeah, why?”
“No reason.” She threw him in the water.
Jack was pointing and laughing at his son. “Ha, throw me under the bus, will ya.”
Lacy didn’t miss a beat. “Yeah, he threw you under the bus. Go join him.” She pushed him so hard, he flopped right into the water next to his son. Chris went from being mad to hysterical. “Ha, dad. She got you.”
They splashed each other for a few minutes.
“Come on you wet heads, let’s go.” Mom said.
The men looked at each other. They got out, Chris gave her a big wet hug. “Sorry, mom.”
He was cold to touch. Another set of hands grabbed her from the back side. “Yeah, sorry, hun.”
Her next sensation was flying through the air into the water.
Chris decided he didn’t want to stick around to see how this would end. He started taking stuff back to the truck.
Mom and dad were done playing. After nearly twenty years, there were still acting like young teenage loves.
They picked up the remaining gear and walked back to the truck trash talking one another and laughing as they did.
Everything was loaded.
Mom got in her side. Dad opened the back door to make sure Chris was buckled. But he wasn’t there. Jack figured that he went back down to the water on last time. He said to Lacy, “Hand me the flashlight in the glovebox.”
She did and he went back down to the water. “Come on, Chris. Time to go. Those burgers are calling my name. Let’s hit it.”
No response but that of a bull frog. He called again.
He was starting to panic. His calls for is son became frantic.
Lacy got out, “Chris. Honey come on. It’s time to go.”
But Chris didn’t respond. He was gone.
They were frantic. She was on the phone with 911. Before long sirens began to blare. She was a crazed mess.
Lacy shot up in her bed as a scream stuck in her throat. She didn’t know where she was or what was happening.
“Come on, mom. Get up. It’s time to go fishing.”
She looked over and there was Chris, standing in the doorway breaking the rule of letting them sleep. Jack was still groaning but starting to stir.
She took several deep breaths. It was just a dream, it was only a dream.
The Endas a big spider or something.
They will get theirs, you bet the