Caleb Reimer
Stories (2/0)
Terror in the Quiet
The ocean spray beat methodically against the small window in my cabin as the night drove on. I took a small sip of the drink that I clutched in my hand and sat restlessly there in the dim light of my small table-side lamp. I had never been one for being on the water. No sir. I was as city born as they come. No one had ever called me a coward before, at least not to my face. No I was a distinguished businessman. My peers all had a great deal of respect for me. I was never not working, expanding and creating. This boat was proof of what mankind could do and I was no exception to this ingenuity. Nothing could stand in my way. Maybe that's why my family had gone on vacation to America without me. I was too wrapped up in all my work to understand that that time was getting away from me. I was hardly at home anymore, so consumed in my desire to be successful that I had forgotten my original love.
By Caleb Reimer2 years ago in Fiction
Future Tears
“Can I get you anything else dear?” Those soft words echoed as the small hand of the waitress reached towards my shoulder. As it came to rest there in a loving gesture, I was whisked away once again, to my dreams. A blur of images, pictures, and quick scenes flashed before me in my subconscious. So many wonderful memories from Anna, the old waitress. Her life was long and quaint, but full of life and laughter. It seemed like minutes before I caught up to the present and saw myself in a few scenes, sitting in this very booth, sharing hearty conversations and strawberry milkshakes with her. It was nice to see that I was a warm part of her long life. Swiftly I disappeared from the scenes and only a few more sweet memories of her long-time friend and pet, Betty the barn owl, drifted by before I reached the end. It seemed like a few minutes had passed while I was viewing this collage, but it had only been a moment and I could still hear the tail end of her question fading into the quiet background of the café. A single tear fell slowly from my right eye, pristine and beautiful. Full of color and life, shining so bright, and yet still reserved to a single tear. Mesmerizing to look at, if you knew how. I quickly looked away out the window, wiping the tear secretly while masking it by pretending to scratch my cheek. “I think I’m all set, thank you Anna!” I said as I turned and smiled back to the friendly face looking down at me. She nodded as she continued to smile and turned to head back toward the main counter against the back wall of the café.
By Caleb Reimer2 years ago in Fiction