2. Aw Shucks a Voyage

imageScooter sighed with relief as his eyes adjusted to the shadowed spaces and muted light the sun was creating through the louvered blinds of the bedroom window. This is good he murmured, perhaps he would be able to be in and out before someone came to gather their things, and if not, the low uneven light might help his need for sudden invisibility. Thus Scooter grasped a hold of this courage giving ambiance and moved towards the garment piled bed, step by cautious step, until his hand hovered just over his father’s coat, when yikes! his telephone rang.

What the heck, how could he have missed such a little thing as turning off his telephone ringer. Geez, he wasn’t made for this, which he supposed was a good thing considering, but didn’t actually help him much in this moment, as panic flushed throughout his system and froze Scooter in place, awaiting punishable discovery.

Regretfully, or perhaps thankfully, that was all it took for Scooter to forgo his primary mission, his questionable siblings were on their own, and once the tension of playing the retrobate begun to dissipate, Scooter looked around the room in search of someplace into which he could blend and squeeze, to give him privacy to savor his inbound message. For he rarely received them and his curiosity overcame whatever small modicum of good sense he might have once possessed.


Oh! What is this? An award for him from his blogging buddies, Aw Shucks. Scooter was besides himself with anticipation of the imaginary voyage he could take with this. So he settled into a shadow, forgot all about Uncle Waldo, and set sail for his sea of nonsense and silly talk. Someplace that would always value respect over money, where all a person’s needs where met, so they never had to do without. His sea was full of wisdom and advice just waiting to be taken, where those you treasured most never left you. Where everything was your favorite so desire never festered into greed. Ah Scooter was in his sweet spot, for Scooter was a dreamer, so this ponder was his kind of thing. He let his mind wonder. He considered castles on the beaches of many foreign lands, and oodles and oodles of adopted friends, family, and pets made limitlessly possible by his imaginary riches. A sea where…..

Then it happened. The lights came on. Scooter tried his best to collapse into himself and disappear. Now was the time for prayer was all he could think of, please sweet Jesus help. Oh why am I here, when all I really want is it to be anywhere else.

Sigh…..Yes Uncle Waldo it’s me, Scooter.

What? Why am I here? Ummm…..