Disclaimer: I don't own the book Candor, the author does. Clearly.
Beep! Beep! Beep!
Beep! Beep! Beep!
Beep! Beep! Beep!
The sound pulsated its way into Oscar's dream which was for once, full of color.
M&M's in every color, from green to blue to red, drawings, swirls of color on the otherwise bleak sidewalk reaching out to him, tickling the edges of his sub-consciousness. But the minute Oscar reached for the tendrils they pulled away, retreating far into his caged mind, tortured into submission.
BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!
It was louder now, more demanding Oscar looked up fast, he knew he didn't have much time. He tried staring at the beautiful swirls that had been imprinted on the sidewalk, memorizing them, when all of the sudden something changed. A rush of water came swirling down around him. Desperately he tried to stand his ground, to save the beautiful tiles, but the water swept him off his feet. Pulling him this way and that, here and there. It tried to drag him under but he fought it. Finally the swirling vortex spit him out onto some sort of pool deck. Oscar stood up and saw his father drinking an iced tea with a woman whose image disturbed him. She was someone so familiar, yet a mere stranger to him.
"Don't do it son" his father called out.
Oscar glanced up to his father, confused, Oscar was the only child of a single man. Wasn't he?
"You'll get your self killed!"
A slick feeling of dread crawled into Oscar's throat.
This had happened.
He was sure of it. A boy jumped in to the pool from a diving board stationed 5 feet above the water
"NO!" Oscar screamed just as a sickly crunching noise was made.
The entire party took an intake of breath simultaneously.
"Turn around Oscar" The woman whispered, but in such a way that it was impossible to miss.
Oscar did as he was told, turning to a table behind him. It was loaded with cupcakes topped with little cowboy hats. Absently Oscar stuck his finger in one, sampling the gritty, sand-like icing. Glancing back up to the table he noticed something not quite right. The air had turned to lilacs. A pair of green eyes sat embedded in the form of a girl half saturated in shadows. "Do not forget" she whispered to him gravely. Then she proceeded to vanish, leaving him to stare at flashes of red lights on the water.
Oscar!"
It was his father shaking him awake.
"You slept in son."
At the sight of the man he adored more than his own life, Oscar Flinched. Unease and something else flicked across Campbell Bank's expression.
"Now" he murmured looking directly into Oscar's eyes "We aren't going to have a problem here. Are we?"
Oscar glanced at his alarm clock needing somewhere else to look, it read 6:44.
Looking to his father he emptily announced "The great are never late."
Almost immediately his fathers eyes cleared and he gave a curt nod.
"Better get to it then" and then still nodding to himself, Campell Banks left the room.
Oscar sat up on his bed and looked down at his hands,
Winston.
Ok so this is my first ever whatever you call it, I know its not great but I just had to try.
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