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“Dave Morgan’s Tropical Bastard” for #StoryADay May; Day Twenty-One

The Prompt:

  • Write a story focusing on an aspect of society that matters to you/your story. How did society get to the place where this is important?

Fair Warning: This story deals with biases, and includes language and adult themes. NSFW or younger kids.

“Dave Morgan’s Tropical Bastard”:

“That’s Dave Morgan’s tropical bastard, isn’t it?”

The two women look right at Ophelia – they don’t even have the decency to pretend they’re not gossiping about her. Another reason to hate this pretentious gated community. Back home, no one ever mentioned or even cared that her father had never been in the picture, that he had a wife and daughter on the mainland, or that Ophelia’s mom had succumbed to his charms during a long hot Hawaiian night beneath a full moon.

That type of thing happens. Who would judge anyone else for having normal human desires, and sometimes getting swept away by them?

Back home, no one.

Here – here, it seems that everyone has an opinion, and thinks that her father had done wrong by his wife and daughter. That was something Ophelia could completely agree with – he’s made a promise to his wife, gotten her pregnant, and then gone off and fucked a very young girl. Listening to Mom talk about it, those weeks they spent together were almost magical – until she told him she thought she was pregnant, and then he’d begged off, using the wife and child back home as his ‘get out of jail free’ card, like it was all a game.

Still, her mother had mourned more the loss of the dream that he’d really loved her. Gram and Gramps had been thrilled to know they were going to have a grandbaby, and helped Mom take care of her, and lavished her with love always. They still call her Pearl, and tell everyone that she’s the smartest, most beautiful treasure anyone in their family ever found on the beach.

Back home, people understand that babies don’t pick the way they’re born, and sometimes people make mistakes that lead them to wonderful places.

But here, judging others and pointing out that judgment seems to be everything – a way for some to put themselves above others, as though everything is a game that earns points, and cutting her down earns a high score.

She hasn’t heard a single person express any compassion at all for the young Hawaiian girl who was impregnated by a man who never told her he was already married; a girl too young to think to ask the questions that would have exposed his lies before he ever exposed his penis.

She wonders if any of these people ever consider that, if her m0ther knew, at the age of sixteen, what questions to ask, Ophelia would never have been born – and she enjoys being alive, and tries to make positive differences in the lives of others…

And that that’s what had led her here, to help Marilyn – even though she isn’t any older than Mom was when she got pregnant, even though all these fine ladies in their fine clothes almost certainly have more available resources than she does, and all they do is turn up their noses at Cara and Joe Morgan’s junkie kid.

Some people have very backwards ideas about what matters.

How does Ophelia respond to the prejudicial comments?

Does she say what she’s thinking?

Does she ask for help helping Marilyn?

Any guesses?

Come back tomorrow for another installment, and we can explore this new story seed together!

Author:

I am myself. I own my life, and live with three other people who own theirs. My intention is to do only those things that bring me joy, and to give myself wholly to those things I do. Writing has been my passion throughout my life, and this will become the home for my writing life...because it brings me great joy!

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