Sarah stared at her feet as
they clomped along the sidewalk. The four women headed towards the lounge,
ready to sing their hearts out. Well, the rest of the women were anyway.
Sarah had to be very drunk for that urge to spill forth. Her new blue
wedges clicked and thudded along the path that separated the beach from the
treeline. She felt the summer breeze on her face and listened to the peaceful
sound of the waves of the lake rolling up onto the shore. It felt serene and
calm, so why didn’t she?
She lagged behind her
friends and realized, outside of their little group, the resort was quiet for a
Friday night. She looked at her phone. 900 pm. She
furrowed her brow; suddenly she could hear voices as they closed in on the main
lodge.
I must have zoned out. She
realized there were people all around them, but she had been lost in her own
little world.
They climbed the steep metal
grate stairs that led to the main back of the resort. Once at the top they
looked through the tall glass windows and peered in at the pool and hot tub. Dispersed
throughout were also many games, like ping-pong, table pool, and air hockey.
They pulled open the heavy doors and headed in the direction of a hallway that
would lead them to the Spotted Deer Pub, where karaoke was just revving up for
the night.
The pub was packed and the
men outnumbered the women four to one. Most were in their early thirties, too
young for Sarah’s liking.
A younger man was belting
out Garth Brooks, Friends in Low Places as they grabbed a table near the front
of the bar. The night never seemed to really start until some drunk frat guy
belted out that song while his friends cheered him on from their table.
“Yes! We made it!” Melinda
cheered and drummed her hands on the table before running to grab a fat binder
containing their a list of song choices.
A friendly, but tired
looking server, probably in her early sixties, approached and took their drink
orders. Sarah took her first sip of her vodka cranberry and closed her eyes.
“I needed this,” she said to
the others. However, her body stiffened and when she opened her eyes,
they fell on a man in the corner staring at her or at least in the direction of
her table. It didn’t feel like the typical flirty stare, it felt dark and predatory.
She shuddered.
She leaned over to whisper
to Terry, when she noticed that Terry too stared in the same direction, but her
face had turned completely white in fear. It didn’t take a genius to figure out
that Terry knew the stranger in the corner.
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