“I can’t believe it’s come to this,” said Laura to her brothers. It’s a far cry from their Broadway days.
In the heat of the summer sun, her makeshift helmet was stifling. Even with her hair bobbed, she felt sweat beading on her brow.
But they were so desperate for work that they were willing to wear the new safety gear for Spiderman the Musical.
Keith, her oldest brother, wanted no part of her whining. “Just keep dancing,” he said. “No way we’re going back to father.”
Laura remembers those days and shudders. She was most afraid of Father and was the mastermind behind their escape.
They all feared him, her mother included. In the house he was omnipotent, laying down rules in all areas. He wasn’t to be crossed.
Laura & her brothers escaped one night by climbing out the window, carrying just their helmets, a few pairs of her shorts & tubing.
To make sure he didn’t catch them as they left, she’d crushed a sleeping pill into his nightly drink. It would give them more time.
And off they went to practice synchronised swimming in the ocean, not yet experienced enough to do it without helmets.
Their mom, however, mistook Father’s drink for her water & downed it before passing out on the floor. The kids couldn’t carry her.
And now, as they prepared for their routine, they missed their mother’s guidance. She was an expert synchronized swimmer.
What they didn’t know? That Father watched placed a GPS tracker inside Larry’s shorts. He knew exactly where they were at any time.
He’d planted the trackers when he found a bag Laura had packed stashed under her bed. He wasn’t about to let them leave him grasp.
Father went upstairs and began watching the tracker. They were at the beach. The dot started moving, meaning Larry was on the move.
Father put his rollerblades on & skated to the beach. But when he got there, all he found was a floating pair of women’s shorts.
He’d never told them that synchronized swimming is for pools, not oceans. Honestly, he thought they’d figure that out on their own.
Maybe the lead from the vintage diving gear stunted their intellectual development over the years. This is why he had to track ’em.
Upon closer inspection, the shorts weren’t women’s. They were Larry’s. The trail, as it were, stopped here. Now what?
Father was livid. Not only were his kids idiots, but now Larry was running around w/no shorts. How much longer until they all did?
Not much longer. In fact, the police were responding to a call about four unruly, pantless kids running through a McDonald’s.
From inside the McDonald’s Laura and the boys saw a familiar car crash into a telephone pole. Was it really the end?
They ran outside and gathered around the unmistakable car of their Father’s and next to him….their mother’s body lay lifeless.
They’d thought she had drowned! And now, not only was she dead for real…the monster that was their father was also gone.
Hmmm – so this one was one of the toughest stories we’ve written so far. It never really went anywhere, and I don’t know why. Maybe it was a bad day. Or maybe I should have gone Bulls themed, as @thatgirlmari suggested, given tonight’s game. Oh well. They can’t all be Pulitzers.
Thanks to @hwtibbs for supplying the photo. And thanks to @hwtibbs, @kikiandkyle, @nella22, @VikkiRossWrites, @jsetlak and @swanieson for writing, desperately trying to make something out of it. And welcome to @VikkiRossWrites, who contributed for the first time today. Hopefully not the last.