I wrote One Dusty Day earlier this year. Still, I don't think it is too shabby so decided to post it here where you all can tear it to pieces like starving dogs. Have at it, boys!
One Dusty Day
Our half finished house stood empty for at least a year. That in itself was a nice testament to just how poor we were. Trying to start a business in a recession is no laughing matter, but trying to get a house built at the same time seems a little ridiculous in hindsight. So there it stood, no carpet, walls or paint. Just outlets with wires poking out and bathtubs still wrapped in tape, sitting in their wall-less bathrooms. The bottom floor, where today there is tile and carpet, was at first a sea of cement—or to us, maybe more of a 2 dimensional town, with chalk roads and chalk buildings and Hot Wheels cars to curb the nearly right-angle turns. We spent many an hour on the floor as kids, racing the cars down impossible roads and around the haybale ''couch'' we had set up as our first official piece of furniture to go in our house. That couch and its chairs and bed were the one and only time the dog could dare lay on any sort of furniture. When building became a flurry of excitement as we tried to cram in as much as we could before winter, log after log would be thrown into the wood stove, warming mitted hands and soggy pants.
Those roads, now long hidden by a more permanent flooring arrangement, can still be found there if you are willing to tear the carpet up to find them.
It was one day in the late summer, maybe five or six years ago, that our cousins came for a visit. I was only 8 or so. What a joy cousins are; fast friends to share all sorts of adventures with. We were all about the same age, which of course allowed for maximum parent-annoyance and frog catching and mud-wallowing.
On this particularly dusty day, we decided to all walk down from our grandma's house to see our own half-done one. After a quick dip in the pond(It was quite hot and dry out after all) the eight of us made our way down the rocky driveway toward our hidden house. To us kids, it was a tall, wonderful thing. The skeleton of pipes and wood was no more than a huge jungle gym to swing from, and the paneless wall an entrance to the roof. Scraps of wood from the sawing of boards upstairs served as excellent building blocks. It was also a prime spot for hide and seek. Or maybe just hide, in the case of today.
“What was that sound?” A voice called from another room, then someone rushed into what would eventually become my bedroom, which was currently our clubhouse. A sound? What sound? The door from downstairs slammed shut. “Someone's here! It's a burglar!” The gang crowded around and backed into my closet to be.
“A burglar! Why would a burglar come here?” I asked, frantic hushing shutting me up.
“To take the tools, dummy! They think it's free pickings!” Whispers rippled through our group as that was said. I still didn't quite believe that there was a robber in here, but I couldn't be sure. There was no way I was going down to look anyway.
“Guys, I really don't think there's anybody down there. Why would someone come here to steal something they could just buy at TSC?”
“ 'Cause! It's free here! Now shh! They'll hear ya!” I was still doubtful.
As we sat, I wondered absentmindedly on the whereabouts of Jeremy, one of the oldest cousins. He should be up here, safe from that intruder, or whoever is down there. Ten minutes crawled by. Scraping and rattling was making itself present downstairs. I really believed them now. Panicked, I began wondering how we were going to escape if he came up here to take the saw and found us. Maybe we could get a rope and climb through the window. . .
My thoughts were interrupted by a long creak. Then another. Then another. I froze. Someone was coming up the stairs! They knew we were here! What now? The shuddering groans of the unstable wood stopped. I cowered deeper into the closet, behind the bathroom wall. A foot stepped slowly underneath the beam of the room. I peered out from behind the wall.
“BOO!”
I shrieked, causing laughter to burst from the four older kids of our group. The rest of us were petrified.
“Boy, you guys are so gullible! I can't believe you thought someone was here to rob us! Ha ha ha!” I folded by arms tightly around me.
“Aw, I was just playing along. We all were, right guys?” Vigorously convincing nods from the three others replied. “We didn't wanna ruin your fun.”
“Yeah, right. You guys totally fell for it. Hey,” one of the boys earnestly elbowed the other and winked. “Looks like the sun's goin' down.” I wrinkled my nose in confusion. “We better get back or we're gonna miss supper...”