Scene 7 Turtles And A Picture
Turtles And A Picture
Su is sitting on the living room side of the kitchen counter on one of the bar stools clicking her mouse looking at the small laptop computer screen. John is in the kitchen across from Su pouring water into the coffee maker to make a pot of coffee.
” So, when are the kids coming, ” John asks. ” They’ll be here Wednesday,” Su says with a bit of an aggravated look on her face.
” Today is?” ” Saturday…evening….” she says with a little laugh. John smiles, mocking her. “Evening, afternoon, yeah, yeah, yeah.” They both laugh at him. He is notorious for forgetting what day it is, amongst other things. He takes it in stride, so does she.
” Where’s the coffee?” John asks looking in the cupboard.
“Coffee House Coffee!” She says happily, “ it’s over in that purple bag by the toaster.”
Looking around the counter he spots the bag, then the toaster. Reaching in and pulling out a very large bag of the coffee, ” we splurged huh?” Looking up from the computer she replies ” yeah, I didn’t want to run out then have to go to the store for just coffee taking time away from the beach, ya know?”
” Totally, gotta find you a Junonia!” he says with little a smile. Su smiles real big. ” That would be so great. They are hard to find.”
” Hey, did you see what I did?” John asks. Su keeps clicking her pointing device shaking her head no, not knowing what he is referring to. John pulls out his cigarette case and Su looks up, ” no smoking in the cottage.”
” I know that, I’m not going to smoke in here. No, look at this. ” John hands the case to her and she inspects it with a smile while running her hand over the texture of the Junonia designs on either side. ” That’s really nice, I love that it’s a Junonia … I love when you make things like this.”
” I needed an identifier, or whatever you call it … something to remind me of what it is I’m looking for and, being near water I thought a paper picture would get wet and ruined, so I did it this way. You can have it if you want.”
” It’s yours, you keep it, as a remembrance. I already have the Junonia burned into my mind,” she says, handing the case back to him. ” Why, thank you,” he says and gives a little bow to her. She smiles and returns to what she is doing on the computer.
Opening the bag of fresh ground coffee from the bag he smells it ” I love that smell,” he says smiling as he points the opening of the bag towards her. Su leans forward a bit and takes a sniff, closing her eyes. ” Smells delicious.”
John scoops 8 scoops into the filter, closes the lid and presses the go button.
” Oh crap,” he says staring out the window.
” I forgot to take a picture of the cottage from the beach.”
” Oh darn … it’s ok we can get it another time…..” she says.
” No, I’ll go get it … I want to see how much light we are putting off anyway.” Su points at him gesturing Good idea “Oh ok.”
Walking outside onto the wooden deck porch he can hear the wind howling through the dunes and whooshing with a slight whistle through the sea oats directly in front of him. He listens and looks.
At first the wind was a different experience for him. For a moment it was a little creepy, then it was beautiful. A wall of wind rushing in front of him, moaning through the trees and down the beach. He could feel its energy, he loved it. He smiles and nods in respect.
Su was watching him from the window.
John steps off the porch down onto the path. Turning around looking at the cottage he takes a picture of it. He looks into the viewfinder to see how the picture turned out. Not much to look at, but that’s where we are staying. A good memory. Su will like it. Looking around the dunes he hears something scurry in the sea oats. It almost sounded like someone pushing through them. The wind maybe, maybe someone making their way to the beach, something like that.
Standing there for a few moments, listening and observing in the dark, trying to locate whatever it was that made the noise, he realizes that he’s standing right where the wall of wind came through. He can still hear the wind. It’s not as loud and he cannot feel it. There is a slight breeze, but not the wailing wall of wind he heard from the deck. Probably my position.
Taking a few steps closer to the cottage he sees Su standing in the window with Lucky lying by her feet. She is waving at him in the brightly lit room. He takes another photo hoping to capture this precious moment in time. Precious to him at least, his whole life is right in front of him.
John waves back and smiles as he moves closer to the window trying to signal to her with his hand to pull the shades down, but she doesn’t understand. She shrugs, pointing at her ears.
” Pull the shades down.” he says loud. Su looks around, finds the rod to the wooden horizontal shades and the drawstring, drawing them down with the string and twisting the rod closing them. The light dims except near the bottom where the shades don’t seem to reach all the way down and there is light coming from each of the slats.
” Damn it! This isn’t gonna do,” he says in frustration.
John knocks on the window and Su opens the blinds. ” Turn the lights off near the window,” he says, but Su can’t hear what he is saying. ” What, I can’t hear you,” she says, her voice slightly muffled by the window. She points her finger up motioning, ” hold on”. Walking out the back door she leans over the patio railing. ” What?”
” Turn the lights off in the front room, it seems a little bright.” She cups her ear. ” I can’t hear you, the wind.”
John pays attention to the wind and it does seem loud again. He reaches his hand out to feel it, only feeling a slight breeze. He doesn’t understand how such a little breeze can make such a loud noise. ” Maybe it’s the beach too,” he says to her as he watches the hair on his arms for a visual indication of the wind where he is standing.
” What?” she asks trying to hear what he is saying.
John walks about twenty steps over to where Su is and looks up at her. ” Crazy wind huh?”
” Yeah,” she replies loudly, nodding her head.
” Turn off the lights in the front room, they seem a little bright.”
” Oh ok, sorry I couldn’t hear you.”
” That’s ok, I love you baby … you’re beautiful.”
” I love you,” she replies.
Turning around she looks at the shells on the table, smiles and goes inside turning off all the lights in the front room. She looks around the room. It’s too dark to see very much of anything. She can only see outlines of the furniture and a few fixtures.
This isn’t gonna work. She locates and turns on a small wall light and can see everything in the room much better. The room is now dimly lit, much like a single candle off to one side of the room. ” Much better, at least we won’t be tripping all over everything.”
John sees the change in light go from bright, to off, to very dim and walks in from outside. ” Well, that’s about the best we can do I’m guessin’, but there’s still light shining out there. Other than keeping the lights off or hanging a blanket or somethin’, there’s no real way to prevent light from shining. We gotta have lights.”
” There seems to be enough light just using this one. Still kind of dim, but we can see,” she says while looking around the room adjusting her eyes to the new lighting.
” You ok with that?” he asks.
” Yeah, don’t want the turtles climbing up under the house mistaking the light from the window for the moon on the water.”
” There’s no moon tonight, it’s too overcast”
Su looks at him. ” You know what I mean.”
” Yeah, ok we’ll keep on it. Power-less to the turtles, Rah!.”
Su shoots him a funny look ” Don’t be a jerk. You know it’s the right thing to do.”
“Alright, alright, yeah, jus’ messin’,” he says.
Su smiles and takes a seat on one of the bar stools in front of the laptop computer as John heads into the kitchen looking in the frigi-gator for something to eat.
He calls it a frigi-gator because it’s a play on words from when he was a teenager. He and his friends and their uncle use to go gator hunting and they had a small freezer specifically for the gator meat and the uncle called it that. Now all refrigerators or freezers are frigi-gators.
Copyright © 2012 by John Edward Petersen