The sixth day of summer was a Sunday. After a night of sinful pleasure, Kane and Simone woke up to the tolling of the church bell on the beach."Gosh, I hate that sound!" Kane said, groaning. "I hated it as a kid, and I still hate it now.""Good morning, baby," Simone said, leaning into him for a quick kiss. "I thought the Griffin's owned everything on the beach back then?""We did.""So why did your parents decide to put a church on the beach? Are they religious?" Kane arranged his pillows and propped his back comfortably on them as he sat up. "Not really; the church wasn't always here until a series of deaths began occurring on this beach. They built the church to ward off any evil presence."Stephanie gave him a skeptical look. "Evil presence? Deaths?" Kane nodded, and she laughed. "Well, did the number of deaths reduce after the church-" "No, people still died," said Kane, cutting in. "That's goddamn awful. I assume the dying people were those who came to visit the beach?""
Simon wanted to visit the Bed and Breakfast restaurant one last time before he departed for California. Unlike the other times he had come down to the diner in hopes of seeking his one true love, tonight was solely about ordering his favorite hamburger and glass of the divine milkshake. He was perched independently in a booth and was munching on one delicious hamburger which he held with both of his hands when his cell phone suddenly gave a sharp piercing ring. He glanced at the caller, placed the burger down, and answered the call by sliding up a green icon. "What's up, sis?" Simon said. "Not much," Simone replied. "What's up? Are you still coming to California tomorrow?""Well, yeah," Simon said, sipping from his milkshake. "Oh, I was thinking you'd spend like another extra day or something," Simone said, twirling her hair with her finger while she eased more into Kane's body. "Ah-ha! Something whispers to me that you're up to no good. Dare I think that you're not alone." Simon
Three years ago… They dwelled together in Southern California. They resided in a beach house just a coupla miles walk from the ocean. Shane gawked at the seashore. The gusty wind whistled in his ears. The ocean swirled, the waves clasped together, and touched his feet before it retreated. Across his head, a host of sparrows flew in unison which caused him to stare upwards as he noticed for the first time the beautiful sunset. Somewhere nearby he heard the crackling sound of burning woods. It was six p:m and twelve hours until his final moment. Shane's hair was dyed blue. He was tall, handsome, well built and always looked cool. He had lived his entire life with his family on the beach house. The beach house was secluded from the noisy city. Smaller beach houses, six of them scattered around the beach, lodged guests who came to visit the ocean for vacation. The beach was private property but opened for visitors everyday till 6pm except for those who were on temp
Three years ago. Mr. Atty Griffin, looked at the small crowd all dressed in black through a dark sunshade which concealed the tears that formed in his eyes. Most of them he recognized as family members he had not seen in a while. The others were close friends of Shane and Kane. They were also some of the neighbors from the smaller beach houses, who were under no obligation to be here. He was about to give his eulogy for his son. "Shane, I love you with all my heart! I'm profoundly proud of you. You've been a gentle soul. You have been described by many as humble. You have been a man of infinite accomplishments, but I did look forward to watching you reach the pinnacle of success. I wanted to be there for you on your wedding day. I wanted to be grandfather to your children. Today, I look forward to seeing you again in the afterlife…" Kane felt an upwelling emotion of sadness that could lead to uncontrollable tears, and so he bolted away from the sc
Stephanie exhaled, placed one palm on her cheek and held her phone in front of her face with the other hand. She listened. She had been pacing outside her compound on a video call with Tiffany. "Well it would seem that you and Kane are becoming attractively intimate these days." Tiffany appeared on Stephanie's android phone screen as she rode in the back seat of an Uber. She had lengthy black, and silkily hair. She was creamy silk in complexion. She had a bony face with a sharp jaw. She had thin, strawberry lips and a perfect set of teeth. "You believe so?" Stephanie said. "Well of course." Tiffany used her fingers to brush and tuck some of her front hair behind her ear. "It's not like you can't exactly say he is just your architect now, can you?" "Well that's all-"&
Simone's silhouette clicked louder with each footstep on the hospital floor. She arrived at the main administration area. "Come with me Miss Simone," the female receptionist said. The receptionist had already seen the striking resemblance and had earlier been informed of Simone's coming. Simone followed the woman. "Dad!" Simone ran into his arm. "I came as soon as I was told. What's happening?" "On his way to the party a truck collided with his car. Someone immediately recognized the Solomons plate number and called nine one one. The doctor said their ambulance arrived promptly and he began the defibrillation process but then Simon went into a coma. "He assured me everything will be fine. For now they've got Simon in the ICU and are trying to stabilize him. We can't see him right away, but tomorrow we can come." Mr Solomon said very calmly. Simone momentarily lost her balance but steadied herself. Mr Solomon was a well
In the final moments of Simon's coma, his soul was transcended into the spirit world. However, his brain still functioning, interpreted the world around him as a series of dreams. He would whoosh with each new scene and it would look as if his soul was being transported from one unfamiliar territory to another. He saw a dark skinned lady who sat idly on a rock. She wore a creamy silk nightwear. She seemed entirely lost in the view of the turquoise blue ocean underneath the silvery moon and starry skies. Firewoods burned brightly in different parts of the beach that assisted with the glow of the night. The crackling sound of burning woods; the sounds of water patting the rocks, and the ringing of windchimes filled the air. There was a guy with blue hair, approaching the lady from behind. He was cladded in a casual light blue tee shirt that accentuated his hair. He wore a pair of white shorts with a black and white croc slippers. His steps were orderly and light. "Hell
At the doctor's request, Simon had spent some extra three days in the hospital. He had to complete some final examinations before being allowed out of the hospital. The doctor was awed. Coma patients' recovery was almost always considered a miracle. Simon's recovery was just perfect according to his test results. The three days had passed and the day had come when Simon would finally reunite with his family.It was a couple of minutes past six PM. A black Rolls-Royce was pulling out of the gate of Solomon's mansion. Simone and her mother sat in the backseat with their seats reclining. Mrs Solomon was fifty but she looked thirty. She was beautiful and immaculate from head to toe. People often mistook her to be Simone's older sister. Mr Solomon was seated in the back seat too, but his seat was not reclined. He held a glass of wine in one hand and a cigarette in the other. Mrs Solomon and Simone were smoking too.