12 December 2005

“Dad! Dad, where the hell are you?” Jackie O’Shea yelled stepping into the dark house. He flipped the light switch several times after letting himself in through the big oak unlocked front door. “Dad!” he called out again.

Jackie was worried, on the verge of panic, unable to find his father. The house was dark, light switches not working yet the television was blaring in the living room, casting a blue light on the well worn red couch he remembered sleeping on many nights as a kid. “Dad! Where the fuck are you?” he yelled even louder, picking up his step, running through the house. His heart was now racing, palms sweating. “Dad!”

“Hey, hey, you OK?” he heard a voice ask. “Dad?” he replied confused. “No, I’m Trish, you must’ve been dreaming,” the drop dead gorgeous blonde with the bluest of blue eyes said to Jackie O’Shea as he woke from his slumber. She smelled fantastic. He sat up, running his hand through his hair, “Sorry, I think I was dreaming.”

Chuckling Trish said, “I think you were dreaming too. About your dad.” Her eyes pierced his soul. “You on your way to see your dad?” She asked.

“No, I’m heading home, Southampton, after attempting, but failing to join the Army earlier today. How about you?”

“I don’t know your dad, why would I be going to see him?” she chidingly asked, smiling broadly, her eyes dancing.

“Ha, ha. I meant where are you headed?” Jackie clarified.

“Montauk.”

“This time of year? Nobody goes to Montauk in December unless they’re a fisherman. You a fisherman Trish?” he asked smiling, looking her over from head to toe to head, and liking what he saw.

The train slowed as it approached the Bayshore station. “You in a hurry dream boy? Wanna get something to eat, some coffee maybe?” Trish asked.

“No hurry and I’d love to but only if you call me Jack.” And they both stood, finding themselves extremely close as the train jerked to a stop.

“OK Jack,” Trish whispered, her face flushing, feeling an excitement she hadn’t felt in a long time as she found herself standing just inches from a handsome man, almost six feet tall with thick black hair and gray-blue eyes and a smile that made her tingle deep inside.

Trish was explaining how she had inherited her parent’s house in Montauk after her mother passed away four months ago as they sat across from each other in a booth at the Peter Pan Diner. She hadn’t touched her club sandwich, but was making progress on the fries. “I haven’t seen the house yet. Mom and dad bought it several years ago but rarely used it. I told my mom to sell it after dad died two years ago, but she refused, she wanted me to have it. I’m uncomfortable though, that explains why I haven’t gone out there sooner.”

Jackie had devoured his hamburger and fries minutes after the friendly, attractive, middle-aged waitress set the plate in front of him. “You kids need anything else, you just let me know,” she had said and walked away yelling something to someone named Gus. Jackie was drinking a delicious cup of coffee as he attentively listened to his dinner date.

“You’re beautiful,” he blurted setting the china cup down.

“What?” Trish blushed.

“You are. You’re a beautiful woman not only to look at, but also to sit here and listen to. I’m content to order another pot of coffee,” Jackie said earnestly.

“You’re making fun of me dream boy. What were you dreaming about anyway?” she asked purposely changing the subject. Though she found herself attracted to this person she met only an hour ago, she knew she didn’t have time for a relationship, not now.

“My dad.”

Making hand gestures indicating she wanted more after taking a bite of her sandwich, Trish’s eyes locked onto his, making him feel as if she really did want to know about him.

“My dad was in the Navy for some 27 years. My mom died when I was 7. I was raised by a series of “aunts” who dad would introduce to me usually on a Sunday morning wearing little or no clothes. They’d stick around for a few weeks, maybe a month until they got tired of taking care some sailor’s pain in the ass kid while he was off sailing the seven seas. I’ve pretty much been on my own since the age of 14, though I lived in dad’s house and with my many “aunts” until I was 18. I learned to cook at a local restaurant then hit the road at 18 finding work out in the Hamptons since. I’m done talking about this crap. You wanna find a place to get a beer or something?”

She reached across the table grabbing his hand with hers, staring into his eyes and said, “let’s get a bottle of wine and catch the next train, I really have to get out to Montauk tonight but want to spend more time with you.”

Jackie O’Shea- Space Cowboy
Jackie O’Shea- Barkeep
Jackie O’Shea- Prospect
Jackie O’shea- Space Cowboy (again)


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5 Comments »
  1. Geez… you build the story up… just like those made for TV movies… and when it gets really good you… to be continued?!?! More please… you can’t cut a girl off… HELLO!?! Geeez! LOL! ;)

    Comment by Girl on the Blog — 12 December 2005 @ 1221


  2. Hmmm - interesting direction this is heading. I like :-)

    Comment by Barb — 12 December 2005 @ 1733


  3. Ohh… very good! Jackie is developing into a very interesting character. More please! :)

    Comment by Texas Gal — 12 December 2005 @ 2030


  4. Excellent stuff — and what a nice way to spend my last little bit of quiet before the kids get home from school. Thanks! Looking forward to more…. :)

    Comment by Richmond — 12 December 2005 @ 2047


  5. Ooooh I like! LOL! Nothing like building the story one post at a time eh? :)

    Comment by Gypsy — 14 December 2005 @ 0337


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