by Adrian Daniel Schramm | Sep 10, 2021 | Fiction
Youth. His father lived a thousand lives before he died at the age of 53. He worked as a security guard for Gem Lake Casino by highway 29, spending his days watching screens linked to cameras placed high above people playing cards, pulling levers, drinking, laughing, and shouting below. Drawn to the most interesting and dynamic outfits, hairstyles, mannerisms and physical peculiarities of the people who passed beneath his gaze, he invented stories for them, and gave each of them their own personality. In this, he was able to flesh out out unrealized pieces of his own being – his wishes, dreams, regrets, fantasies and inspirations – for them to live in his stead. At night he would share these stories with his son. The boy would stay awake long past what his mother told him was bedtime, waiting beneath the dinosaur bedspread for his father to come home, the bedside lamp still on and books on paleontology and planes scattered across the floor. His father sat at the foot of the bed, his face half-lit in the light of the lamp, and told him of the woman who was once a star goaltender for the German soccer team – she blew out her knee making a spectacular save at the World Cup. About the man who had written poetry in his younger years, published three books in French, but never reached his full potential and now spends his time losing at the blackjack tables. And the family of four on their first vacation together (their first time leaving their hometown of Blooming Prairie in fact) enjoying an experience...
