Visions in the Shadows
Copyright 2009 Mark Schubert
David Merck rocked in his favorite chair and stared out at the early morning waves as they crashed up the beach. Each path retraced and trounced upon anew. The sand seemed impervious to the never-ending onslaught waged by the salty water. His mind rolled back to some words his father gave many years before: “A single drop seems insignificant, unnoticed. Many drops together form a wave, and then an ocean. Hear it roar. It all begins with a single drop.” David smiled as his eyes swung across the horizon.
He remembered the first time he had seen this beach several years before. Fresh to the city, David escaped his dim hotel room and drove immediately to the beach. He had been told about the beauty of the ocean, but this was to be the first time he would ever see it with his own eyes. He lived much of his life in the interior of the country, staying with his family even when he went to university. When his parents died in a traffic accident, David made quick decisions. He sold the house and most of the world he had known. He took the insurance money and made for the coast. A new life.
Maria called from the bedroom down the hall. “How long?”
“I'm not sure.” He paused. “As long as I need. I haven't taken a vacation for a few years, seeing as how I'm my own boss I may as well take one as long as I'd like.” He sighed as he could hear Maria banging away with his things. He asked her to make sure he wasn’t forgetting anything. He had that nagging feeling that he would forget something.
David Merck raised his muscular six-foot frame from the chair and walked over to the window. It was a beautiful, sunny day on the beach. Never thinking that he'd want to get away from here when Frank Torrens mentioned a trip up into the southern part of Washington, maybe even a jaunt into Canada, David had to think about the idea for a while. It did sound like a nice refreshing change.