Writing 101 – Day Twelve: “(Virtual) Dark Clouds on the Horizon”
Day Twelve – (Virtual) Dark Clouds on the Horizon:
* Today’s Prompt: Write a post inspired by a real-world conversation.
* Today’s Twist: Include an element of foreshadowing in the beginning of your post.
As we sat around the dinner table on that Friday evening in May, everyone in my family was in good spirits. After all, Memorial Day was the following weekend, which meant a longer weekend for everyone. My husband was taking the next Friday off work and since the following Monday was Memorial Day itself, we were planning to take a family camping trip, something which everyone always enjoyed.
“So Dad,” said my son Joe, “do you think the fish will be biting next weekend up at the lake where we’ll be camping?”
“Well, they’d better be. Or else why go camping, right?” my husband Mike laughed, thinking he’d just made the funniest joke in the world.
I rolled my eyes.
“You know, dear, there is more to do than just fishing on a camping trip,” I said.
“Nothing that’s worthwhile, right, Joe?” He laughed again and Joe played along, laughing right with him.
“Honestly, Dad, you think you’re so funny,” my oldest daughter Sarah exclaimed.
“Yeah, Dad,” my youngest daughter Stephanie agreed.
“Okay, okay. Enough said. By the way, Sarah,” Mike continued, “I think maybe we should go out after dinner and have you practice your driving. What do you think?”
Sarah was silent, her eyes downcast as she pushed her food around on her plate. This was really out of the norm for my usually talkative daughter.
“Sarah?” Mike looked at her intently. “Sarah, did you hear what I said?”
“Yes, Dad. I heard you.” Sarah said this in such a soft voice that I could barely hear her.
“Well, don’t you think that’s a good idea?”
“I’m just not sure if I’m ready.”
“Not ready? Honey, you’ve been taking driver’s ed classes at school the entire last term and from your scores, you passed with flying colors. It seems to me that you’re more than ready. You’ve been behind the wheel in school, and I think it’s time for you to get behind the wheel here at home, don’t you?”
“I . . . I just don’t know, Dad.”
“Well, I do. You have to do it some time, or you’re never going to get your driver’s license.”
“But . . . but I’m afraid, Dad.”
“Afraid? What are you afraid of, honey?”
“I’m afraid that something bad is going to happen.”
“Oh, nothing bad is going to happen, I promise. And besides, I’ll be right there with you. It’ll be okay. You just have to get in there and do it, that’s all. And once you do, you’re going to wonder why you didn’t do it sooner. Just try, okay? That’s all I ask.”
“Oh . . . okay, I guess.”
“That’s my girl. It’ll be fine. You’ll see.”
And soon after all the dishes were finished being washed, dried, and put away, Mike and Sarah left for her driving practice. I noticed quite a contrast between the two of them as they left the house. Mike had the look of a proud father with a twinkle in his eye and a beaming smile; whereas Sarah had a worried look on her youthful countenance, with a furrowed brow and her lips curved down instead of the radiant smile she usually displayed. And as they walked down the driveway and into the garage, Mike did it with a bounce in his step; whereas Sarah shuffled slowly and hesitantly. For some reason, as they were opening the doors to the car, I offered up a prayer for their safety.
About an hour later, I was sitting in the living room watching a television program when suddenly I heard a loud boom! The first thought that came to my mind was: Goodness! I didn’t realize that we were going to get a storm this evening, but wasn’t that thunder I just heard? I looked out through my living room window for a peek at the clouds, but sure enough, there wasn’t a cloud in the sky. This was when I realized that something was terribly wrong.
I rushed into the kitchen to look out through the kitchen window and that’s when I saw what had happened. The car that Sarah and Mike had left home in had returned, but it was not parked in the garage. It had crashed through the garage wall next to the garage door. I gasped as I realized that they were still inside, but before I even had time to react, the car doors opened and both of them emerged from the car.
Sarah was the first one to enter the house. As she rushed past me, the only thing I heard her say in an angry voice was: “I will never drive for as long as I live. Never!”
I learned from my husband that on entering the driveway, Sarah confused the brake pedal with the accelerator. He also said that if they had hit the garage wall only two feet over to the right, the entire garage wall would have come down on them. Thank God for small miracles.
I think my husband learned a valuable lesson that night – that everything has its own time. And my daughter also learned a lesson that night – that she should learn to trust herself and her feelings.
Eventually Sarah did get over her fear of driving and today she drives with the best of them. And she still has a great gift of intuition, which comes to her naturally and hereditarily. The only difference is that now she has learned to trust it.