My readers who have been around for a while will remember this post, but for all of you who arrived with the Blog of Note crowd Neilson is a new character that will require an introduction. You see, I was bored one day and the post in the link above was what came of it. I wouldn't quite call it a story. It's just a snippet of someone's life. Below is another such snippet. I hope you enjoy it, and I'm anxious to read your responses. :)
Outside the air was dank and damp. It felt as though fat water droplets were hovering in air too saturated for them to fall through. The sun fought to emerge, but couldn't quite seem to burst through the heavy fog. Bradley hung the gas pump back up, screwed the cap back on the truck's fuel tank, and reopened the cap to grab his wallet.
"I come, Daddy!" his two year old daughter shrieked from the passenger seat. "I come too! I come too!"
He sighed, unbuckled her, and swept her up onto his shoulders. She squealed in delight. Inside the gas station old Neilson, the attendant, was scratching the silver paint off of a lottery ticket.
"Winning anything?" Bradley asked with a grin, slapping a twenty on the counter for the gas.
"Oh," Neilson was startled to find someone waiting. "Fifty cents." He chuckled.
"Does the wife know you're still buying those?"
"Ah, what she doesn't know won't do any harm." The whole town knew how Karen felt about Neilson's lottery tickets. Anytime she caught him with a scratch off she launched into an all too familiar speech about the importance of what she called "responsible finances." Neilson counted out the change and held it out to the other man.
"Dollars? Daddy, I have dollars?" the little girl asked. Neilson raised an eyebrow at Bradley.
Her father sighed. "Sure, sweetie, you can have the dollars." Neilson handed two bills to the little girl, the change to her father. "Have a good one, Neilson."
"Yeah, you too," the old man replied as Bradley turned to leave. "And, Brad?" he halted him, "Don't mention it to Karen, alright?"
"Sure thing, Neilson. Are you gonna wave 'bye-bye' Kenzie?" The little girl shook her hand vigorously at the old man.
Neilson watched as the man walked back across the parking lot with his daughter. When they were half way back, a blond woman Neilson didn't recognize stopped Bradley to talk, looking wistfully at his daughter. Before she left she leaned up on her tip-toes to kiss his cheek, letting her lips linger just a little too long. Kenzie waved 'bye-bye' then, and the adults parted ways.
Neilson wondered if Kenzie was old enough to keep a secret.