Who Wants Seconds?
We had had to wait a full week before trying out my new portable, tabletop grill. The previous afternoons had been rain filled, or I had had to put in extra hours at the office.
But today was perfect.
Alicen, my wife, picked up the kids immediately after soccer practice and headed to the course.
I had changed my tee time from four that afternoon and had pressed it forward to noon.
We were going to meet at the picnic area by Logan’s Run at as close to five o’clock as we could make it.
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Arriving one right after the other, the boys and I set up the grill and started the burgers while the girls found a stop by the river for our supper.
The burgers on the new Char-Broil 9500 were impeccable. The potato salad and the cole slaw that Fredrick, my youngest and self-proclaimed aspiring chef, had prepared… divine.
After completing the meal, I went to the car and retrieved the Frisbees from the back and we paired off in teams for quick round of Frisbee golf.
About half-way through the game we heard Sarah, our oldest, scream. She had remained at the site with Alicen to enjoy the shade trees and catchup on some leisure reading.
The game was forgotten as we raced to the rescue.
Instinctively, I spread my arms as wings of a fear-bound hawk to stop the boys from getting any closer.
There, chowing down on Ramon’s uneaten half-a-burger- complete with paper plate, rested the largest alligator I had ever seen in my life.
As the boys and I stood glued in astonishment at this frightful sight, Alicen and Sarah joined us.
“Are you guys OK?” I whispered.
Sarah gave a nervous laugh. “Why are you whispering, Dad?”
I looked puzzled. “I’m just making…” Ramon finished my thought. Thank the Lord. I had no idea what I was going to day.
“Dad’s whispering ‘cause I’m on the phone with the Park Rangers. Their sending Animal Rescue here now. We’re to slowly move to the car and wait on them.”
Once in the car, Sarah reached around each of us and personally locked every door.
Ramon stated laughing.
I found it impossible not to join in.
It was infectious.
Soon, the car was rocking for our hysterics.
“Don’t guess anyone in interested in seconds after the game?” I said.
“I think they’re taken,” Fredrick said. “But we can still have more potato salad and cole slaw. I packed it back in the cooler before the game.”
That brought on fresh round of stitches.
Written for Writer’s Digest Flash Fiction February Challenges: Challenge #10 Today’s prompt is to write about an animal.