In the second story (finished last night), the theme is even if taken away from modern technology, children can have an enjoyable time.
I adapted part of a Kiowa ghost story for this Johnny Cooper story. The ghost segment of the story will be incorporated in the sequel to my Amazon best seller Holding Richmond.
For now, I will be concentrating on Chronicles of Mark Johnson book 3, and my paid writing, which is ghost writing romances.
This is the second story, which will be coming out in the spring in the latest book by The Peacock Writers, the children's charity I write for. If I get the time, I intend to bring out a longer version of this story for sale in my selection.
Johnny gets a surprise.
Johnny sat in the front room, waiting anxiously for the sound of his grandfather's motorcycle. He liked the idea of going on a short holiday with grandfather, after returning to school, he needed some space to get his mind clear. This would be a great time, just him and his grandfather, no friends asking what story he was going to tell next.
Johnny's mother watched from the kitchen window; she would see the motorcycle before the sound could be heard. Their road was a long one, and today the wind would carry the sound away from the house. Mother smiled at Johnny as she came into the front room, "He won't be long, are you packed and ready to go?"
Johnny gave a childish grin, and replied, "Yes, mum, I have all I need here," he said patting a well stuffed holdall.
His ears twitched as he heard the familiar roar of the old Triumph's engine, "He's here!" he cried happily, "we'll be going soon."
There was a knock on the door, and their stood grandfather; kitted out in his motorcycle gear, "Hello young Johnny," he said with a chuckle, "are you ready to leave."
Excitedly, Johnny replied, "Yes, grandfather, everything is in my bag."
Grandfather sat down on the sofa, and said, "Okay, we've a long trip ahead. I hope your mother will put the kettle on for me, before we leave; I'm parched, and would love a cup of tea."
Johnny's mother replied, "I'm ahead of you, dad; the pot has boiled, and the tea is brewing."
Grandfather grinned, and passed a comment, "Thank you, these old bones need to be kept warm. Now, let's see what you packed, Johnny?"
He opened the holdall and looked inside. Rummaging around, he brought out the Ipad, the Gameboy, and various other modern electrical items, "You won't be wanting these," he said as he put the items on the table in front of Johnny.
With a deep sigh, Johnny replied, "But..."
The older man replied, "No, buts, Johnny where we're going you won't have time to spend playing on these things. You can take your camera, and the mobile phone, in case of emergencies; otherwise everything else stays here."
Johnny thought about saying something, but realised it would be pointless. This was a team effort, mother, father, and grandfather had conspired to get him away from modern devices. How could one boy beat three grown-ups?
Grandfather had his cup of tea, and looking at Johnny with old, but lively eyes, he said, “Are you set to go?”
Johnny looked at the pile of things on the table, things his life needed he thought, and replied, “If I can’t take these with us, how can I tell my friends what I’m doing?”
His grandfather replied, “I’m sure your friends can wait until we get back, Johnny. On our return, you’ll have so many stories to tell, your friends will wish they had come too.” The grandfather and his grandson wished Johnny’s mother goodbye, and went out to the motorcycle and sidecar, “Climb in, Johnny. We aren’t going far, but it’s going to be windy on the road.”
The motorcycle roared off, and with a wave to his mother Johnny set off on a new adventure; he was still not sure if this was a good idea. A week without modern devices, could he survive?
After a short ride, they arrived at the spot grandfather had chosen, “We’re here,” he said as he dismounted, and opened the sidecar lid, “take a look around, this is our home for the week.”
Not sure what to expect, Johnny stepped out. His first thought was, what have I let myself in for? This passed quickly as he caught a glimpse of the beach, “Great, there is hope,” he muttered as he walked down to the shore line.
Johnny found a rock, large enough to sit on and sat watching as the birds swooped down to the sea to pick a fish out. Some of the other birds preferred to wade in the shallow waters, and feed in the rock pools. All the time this was going on, the son was slowly sinking over the horizon, giving the sands a golden glow. When the sun reached a point where the hills blocked the view, the sun’s glow looked like a bright shining cross to Johnny.
He sat and watched as the sun set, and the glow turned a fiery red, making the hills appear on fire, as he sat thinking of the beauty around him, Johnny heard his grandfather call, “C’mon Johnny, time for our meal before we tired souls call it a day.” Johnny walked back to the tented area, giving the setting sun one final glance, as he did, his grandfather said, “I know you wanted your devices with you, but do you think you can enjoy the simple life?”
Johnny smiled and hugged his grandfather, then said, “Gramps, you’re right, with all this here I won’t have time to go on line, and spend hours chatting, there is too much to see.”