Seeded: Day 2

Word Count: 12,131

Summary of Events:

After milking was done, Brandt changed his clothes and packed the last couple things he wanted for the weekend before he ended up getting into a spat with his dad about his disinterest in bidding his dad's girlfriend good morning. Lark's ninety-two-year-old great-grandma arrived at the beach for the annual picnic, so Lark set up her chair for her and helped her across the sand to sit in it before heading off to help set up other things for the picnic. With the help of his uncle, Brandt hitched his truck to the boat trailer, as his dad and uncle had other trailers to haul, before setting out for the campground…

Excerpt of the Day:

Reaching the end of the driveway, Brandt signalled his intent to turn, rather more for the benefit of any potential oncoming traffic — and to ensure that he didn’t get lazy about using his turn signal everywhere — before turning onto the gravelled road and picking up speed until he was at the speed limit.

He made his way along the back roads to the east-west secondary highway that was the nearest paved road to the farm, where the speed limit allowed him to go faster. If he weren’t hauling the boat he might’ve pushed the speed limit, but the last thing he wanted was to have Dad tear a strip out of him because he wrecked the boat, which was the most expensive toy Dad had — based on brand-new purchase price, as technically restoring the Chevy had cost more.

Brandt got to haul the boat because Dad had to haul the fifth wheel that he and Veronica were going to be staying in on the back of his truck and his uncle had his own boat to haul, and this year Brandt was particularly glad of the arrangement because of the fact that it meant he got to drive alone.

It wasn’t that he was opposed to driving alone under most circumstances, he actually preferred to drive alone than to have a passenger, but considering that Veronica was travelling in Dad’s truck, he was extra glad to be going on his own, as he could leave early — which he had — and he could be on his own, free from having to talk to Veronica.

Slowing down as signs proclaimed the junction with the north-south secondary highway, shortly after which the rumble strips carved into the roadway rattled the truck, informing less attentive drivers of the approaching stop sign, Brandt flipped on his left turn signal and came to a full stop.

He looked left first, then right. There was no one headed north, but there were a couple vehicles headed south that Brandt knew he wouldn’t be able to get up to speed ahead of, nor slip in between, so he waited for them to go by before turning to follow them southward on the pavement toward, as a sign soon proclaimed, the city of Brooks, through which the secondary highway he was on would jog a little east before continuing out of town and to the Provincial Park on the lake where his aunt had reserved a cluster of sites in the northeast corner of the campground, close to the boat launch area, as soon as reservations for the year had opened.

Pronunciation:

Chevy: shehvee