The Fifteen Minute Novel: Day 179

The Fifteen Minute Novel is a novel written fifteen minutes at a time with each week day’s section starting with the sentence from the previous day. At least it is attempting to be a novel. For now I am just aiming at one continuous story, worked on for fifteen minutes each day. Started Friday January 1st, 2021 (in case you want to search for the beginning. I can’t wait to see where it ends up. It could be good, or it could be a mess. We’ll have to see. For now, here is today’s fifteen minutes.

Day 179: To James, golf was always a work based necessity, not something he enjoyed.

To James, golf was always a work based necessity, not something he enjoyed. Still he followed along and smiled as she discussed the relevant fees and other details.  After winding through the entire club and it’s amenities James and Samantha wound up back in the lobby area.  Given that evening was upon them, there was no tour of the golf course, for which he was grateful.

Samantha walked him past the front desk and they entered her small office.  She settled herself behind the desk and he took the visitor’s chair.  Once seated, they began the membership discussion.

“I’m really interested in the pool for laps,” James began. He thought of the other amenities.  “Possibly the steam room and gym as well, he added, but mostly I want a place to swim laps in the morning before work.”

“Oh,” Samantha said.  “So no golf then?” She looked surprised.

“Not really my thing.”

“Well we can certainly do that,” she assured him.  She reached into the cubbies placed along the wall.  Each of the square boxes had a stack of different colored papers resting in the bottom of one of them.  She assembled a package and turned back to face him. 

“I think this would be the membership plan that would suit you then.  It can always be modified later if you feel the need to add anything.”

She slid the papers to the middle of the desk and then leaned in from her side.  Feeling like a conspirator, James leaned in from his side and tilted his head to read the pages.  Slowly they went through the details, his rights, his responsibilities, his fees.  Over all, it wasn’t as extravagant as he expected.  As James thought it through, he realized that while the gym equipment was newer, the membership to that side of the building was kept lower to remain competitive. The older golf course was well maintained and the building and amenities top rate which allowed them to charge a higher price for those memberships.  His wants simply didn’t cover their most expensive features.  

Finding the price well within his range, James signed up and Samantha took his card away to run it through the system. The run didn’t take long and James was soon on his way, a new membership agreement clutched in his hand, a tag attached to his keyring and a credit card sized membership id in his wallet.

James got into his car and looked around trying to spot Tucker.  He was no where to be seen.  The parking lot looked quite ordinary.  Overhead lights were flickering on as the light dimmed towards evening.  As James turned the key in the ignition and fastened his seatbelt, he wondered how long it would take before he stopped looking around for someone to be shadowing him. 

‘Apparently Tucker feels it is unnecessary.’ James hoped that meant good news for him.

‘Possibly bad news for Sebastian,’ he mentally added thinking of the memorial post.  ‘If Sebastian really is up to no good that is. For all I know he is a nice guy.’

James doubted it, but was in a good enough mood to give everyone the benefit of the doubt.  As James pulled out of the parking lot, he realized he wasn’t actually certain if he still owned any swimming trunks.

‘And if I am going to take advantage of my membership I am going to need them.’ Instead of driving home, James altered his course.

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