The Mulligan
By Eddie Lay
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After waking up and finding himself in a strange place, Joe Parrish panicks when he is told he is dead and will never see his eight year old daughter again.
Since he is a widower he pleads to be allowed to return to her, but his request is refused until a mistake is discovered and he is granted a mulligan.
Joe discovers a secret his daughter is hiding, finds love in an unexpected place, and gains a new friend.
Eddie Lay
I married my wife Sandy in 1969. We have three children and 9 grandchildren. I was a combat cinamatographer in the US Army. I wrote a weekly article in our local newspaper and was a professional photographer for 20 years closing my studio in 1988. I was one of two writers for a weekly childrens video titled Kidzcan, and in 2006 saw my Mystery of the Hats story published in paper back.I retired from Ford Motor Company in 2000. Now I am an ebook author.
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The Mulligan - Eddie Lay
THE MULLIGAN
BY
EDDIE LAY
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Copyright 2021 Eddie Lay
This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to real events, places, business, or organizations are intended to give the story a sense of reality. Resemblance to persons or places living or dead is purely coincidental; except where noted.
All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means electronic or mechanical without written permission of the copyright owner or his agents.
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ISBN: 9798706134211
Thank you to my wife Sandy, for being the first to read and suggest changes. Her ideas for the cover were right on target. My daughter Michelle offered her opinion, as did Sissy and Norma. Granddaughters Brittany and Samantha of BS Photography in Mooresville, Indiana did a great job photographing the cover. Daughter Michelle, son Mark, wife Sandy and granddaughter Hannah made the video ad. My entire family is supportive and helpful.
COVER PHOTO: BS PHOTOGRAPHY-MOORSEVILLE, INDIANA
THE MULLIGAN
Seven forty-five am Joe Parish, pulls to the curb in front of Franklin Elementary. Eight-year-old Samantha grabs her back-pack and climbs out. Bye daddy.
Goodbye pumpkin. Have a nice day.
Every day the same thing. He drops his daughter at the curb and watches her until she enters school. Every day he gets the same feeling of loss because his beautiful little girl looks so much like her late mother. Every day the same; except today.
Twenty-two minutes after leaving his daughter’s school, Joe enters Dunkin Donuts for his morning coffee. This morning he decides to get a doughnut, but has trouble choosing one. After several minutes he settles a Blueberry Cake. The indecision put him four minutes and twenty-two seconds behind schedule.
For a normal person this would not be a problem, but Joe is not normal. He has to have everything neat and in its place; he is never late. If he drives four miles per hour over the speed limit, he calculates that he can make up the discrepancy.
If he had not taken the extra time to buy the doughnut, and if he had not been going over the speed limit, he would not have been at that intersection when another late driver failed to stop. Joe did not see the Buick grill smash into his door, snapping his head sharply to the side and breaking his neck.
***
Joe opens his eyes and looks around. He is lying down in the middle of nothing. There is no ceiling or floor, no sky or ground. It is as if he is in a room painted all white, except there are no walls and no furniture.
SWOOSH!
What was that?
Joe sits up.
SWOOSH!
Joe turns his head just as something flies past.
Standing a few yards in front of him is a man dressed all in white and swinging a golf club.
Hey! Watch it,
Joe shouts. What you are doing, you almost hit me.
The man says nothing.
Hey, are you deaf?
Joe shouts. Where am I?
Still, there is no answer. Joe jumps to his feet and stomps over to where the man is taking a practice swing. There is a golf tee at his feet, but there isn’t a ball sitting on top of it.
I always did have trouble with my slice, you’d think that after a century or two I’d get better,
the man said as he moved around for a better angle.
SWOOSH!
You need to watch where you aim that thing, you almost hit me.
The man ignores Joe.
You're not going to get any better because you don't have a ball.
You don’t need one here.
How can you play golf without a ball...Where is here?
SWOOSH!
I ask where I am,
Joe shouts.
The man raises his head and glares at this annoying intruder.
You're not going to shut up, are you?
Re-focusing his attention on lining up his shot the man continues. You have to check-in. They'll answer all your questions then.
Check-in? Where?
Joe turns in a complete circle; he is completely surrounded by white. As far as I can see there's no place to check-in.
Keeping his eye on the ball as he lines up another shot the man answers. Just start walking, you'll get there.
What direction?
Still being ignored by the obnoxious golfer Joe is beginning to get irritated. I can't just walk; I need to know in which direction to walk.
The man uses his club to point to his right. That way.
Joe stares where the golf club is pointing. There’s nothing in that direction.
OK go the other way then.
There’s nothing there either.
It doesn't matter which way you go; you'll get there.
You’re crazy!
I’ve been told that many times.
How far is this...check-in?
The man, concentrating on his shot, mumbles. What?
How far do I have to walk?
The golfer glances up. Start walking and don't stop until you get there.
Stomping off, Joe shouts over his shoulder. Thanks for the help.
TWO
Disgusted, but happy to get away from this obnoxious person, Joe glares into the whiteness as he heads off. He walks forward squinting his eyes as he searches all around him trying to see something, anything, but as far as he can tell there's nothing but white.
SWOOSH!
Joe turns and glares at the crazy man as something zips past his right ear.
The grinning golfer shouts, FORE!
Wondering if everyone in this place is mad Joe continues walking, but he doesn't walk long before he finds someone sitting at a table flipping the pages of a large book. The sitting man is dressed in white like the repulsive golfer. His shoulder-length white hair is well groomed. Since he is seated Joe cannot tell his height and his averted eyes hide their color.
I suppose this is where I check-in.
Continuing to scrutinize his book, the man answers without looking up. You would be Joe Parish.
That's right and you would be?
Call me Pete.
Pete? As in Peter?
Yes.
I don't suppose you would be Saint Peter, would you?
Peter continues scanning the book. I prefer Pete or Peter. We're all the same here, except One.
Right! So, you’re Saint Peter and everyone is wearing white, but I don’t see anyone wearing wings.
Saint Peter makes a humph
sound and continues his reading.
OK! When am I going to wake up Pete?
St. Peter raises his head. Ebony eyes fall on Joe that seems to wrap around him with a cloak of love and serenity.
Do you know about fifty percent of people that arrive here think they are dreaming? You are not sleeping Joe, this is real.
So, you're saying that I'm dead?
Pretty much.
If that's true, how did I die? I don't think I was sick, and I don't remember crashing my car.
How about that young grad student, do you remember her?
Vicky? What does she have to do with it?
Come on! Did you really think that a fifty-something law professor could keep up with a twenty-something college student?
For a moment Joe is speechless. A heart attack?
St. Peter smiles. Just a little Heavenly humor. Actually, you were hit by a man running a red light.
This really isn’t a dream, is it?
St. Peter shakes his head.
While pacing back and forth in front of the table Joe talks more to himself than the man seated in front of him.
"This can't be right, I'm not dead. I can't be dead. I've got too much to get done. I'm getting ready to publish again, I’m receiving my fourth doctorate and I'm getting tenure.
Everything I wanted to achieve is about to transpire.
A vision of a young girl flashes through Joe’s mind. He shouts: Samantha! She’s all alone now.
That’s no longer your concern.
What are you talking about? She’s my little girl.
In the first place she’s no longer a little girl and in the second place there’s nothing you can do for her. That time is gone. Look at it this way, you have achieved social success.
Joe stops pacing and faces the man at the table.
"What do