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Charlie and his son, Nick, have arrived. Camp Wannakukka is waiting to greet them with open hearts, and the two newest guests are ready to fill their stomachs. Something else also requires filling, however. Nick disappears and Charlie learns about the “Campfire Wars” from a new friend.
What will it take to get him and his son entered in the competition and why is everyone being so secretive about it?
Clueless Dad, Part Two is a 5,500-word short story and part two of a nine-part series.
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Excerpt
Beau reached down with one hand into his lap. “Sorry!” he apologized, rubbing something between his legs. “Got a… leg cramp. Been acting up all of a sudden.”
“Oh, wow!” I felt terrible. “You should have just said something. I had no idea. Is there an infirmary here at the resort?”
I started to rise, but Beau quickly waved away my concern. He was using his other hand for this. The first hand was massaging the cramped spot on his leg. From where I sat, it looked like the spot was somewhere on one of his inner thighs.
The poor man was rubbing the spot hard too. It almost looked like his hand was pushing something up and down. The massage treatment wasn’t working very well, though. Beau’s expression looked more tense than ever.
“You sure you’re okay?” I pressed, reluctantly lowering myself back down into my chair.
“Oh, I’m gooooood,” Beau said, grinning. “I’ll be great… in just a sec!”
I sat back and waited, wondering what I could do to help. “You said something about points?” I asked after a bit longer, figuring I could at least take Beau’s mind off the pain. “I assume whichever team has the most points wins?”
“Oh yeah!” Beau explained. “Yes! Yes! Yes!”
I didn’t think figuring that much out warranted so much excitement. Beau obviously wanted me to participate in the games. He was such a giving person. My son and I were very lucky to have met him.
“Hey Nicky?” I called out, remembering my boy. “You about done down there?” I waited, but there was no reply. “Find the fork yet, son?”
I started to bend slightly and have a look, but Beau spoke. “Oh, he’s found it,” he told me, looking very relaxed now. “Your son is… incredible.”
Nicky rose up from the table a second later. The fork was in one hand. Beau took it, giving my son the most appreciative look, like he had just done Beau the best favor ever. It didn’t take a genius to work out what had happened.
“You were massaging Beau’s leg cramp,” I guessed, knowing I had it right. “Weren’t you, son?”
