2nd draft- Adventure

WA6- Plot~ Adventure

It was a brisk sunny morning when Al Dover woke from the newspaper-padded steps of a New York City skyscraper. His head was against the wall and his legs were facing straight into the entrance of the building. His nine-year-old Shepard mix- Sandy was nestled into the side of his jacket. He stood up and took a large breath and exhaled, sighing “What a beautiful day it is, Sandy”. Al never posted signs reading “Give to the homeless” or along the lines of “ Will work for food”. He thought that it was un-fair for others to pay for mistakes he had made in life. Al was only 26 years old. He never was motivated to get a job; he was just that kid-growing up in the shadow of his wealthy parents. His parents lived great lives-parties, expensive booze, shopping at Saks. By the time Al-or Alexander reached 16 and eight months he decided to run away from home.

The very next day Al was crouched on the concrete porch of “J’s Pancake House”. He stretched his arm out and poked Miss Tiffany Campbell in her tight light blue skirt and top. She was this sweet thing that worked at this silver spoon diner. She served hot cakes every Saturday morning. She felt this tap on her thigh. She looked down with her almond shaped brown eyes, with smeared baby blue eye-liner, jet-black clumps for eyelashes, electric pink lips and bleach blonde curly hair. He whispered to her, “Helllllooo girl, I am assuming Tiffany” due to her pink name-tag. She dropped her car keys and yelped “Hi?”. Tiffany asked him to come inside for a hot cup of coffee; he couldn’t resist the offer she made. She seated him at the bar and poured him a hot cup of coffee with cream and sugar. She dumped a pile of pancakes in front of his scruffy face. She said, “ Enjoy.” Al daydreamed wondering, “Why is this girl being so nice to me, have I really done anything to help her day?” Or even the thought of marriage crossed his racing mind. She then came back to take his syrup filled plates. Al stayed at the diner all day with Tiffany. The two had a long conversation from his parents to her hometown of Newark, New Jersey. As the sun began to go down, it was time for Al and Sandy to leave the blue-collar diner. He thanked her for her kindness and she wished him “good luck”. Although, the two knew that they were in love, just by the few hours of meeting each other.

Al felt better than ever, he was going to go find a job. He knew he could, he was the son of the man who invented “Toaster Strudels”. After three months of looking Al Dover found a job at Ace Hardware store in one of the few residential areas of New York City. He was at the top of his game- working nine-hour days and doing a few things for the company on the side. The owner of the rickety hardware store- Greg Turner allowed Al to stay in the one bedroom apartment upstairs. It was poorly managed- the apartment consisted of a lamp, a mattress and an end table. It had just enough room for Sandy to have a corner on the side. A few months went by. Al had been doing work on a modern day townhouse in upper Manhatten for a new Hollywood Star- Grace Banks. Al asked Greg to help finish the job on the townhouse along with him. The two made millions on fixing the house. From gutting the walls, painting, plumbing, and putting on siding.


As time went by- Al was now 33 years of age. He was relaxing in his new house in the country side looking at old photos that he had taken with his disposable camera several years ago. He came across photos of his family, his dog Sandy, and then a fading photo fell out. It was the picture of- Tiffany Campbell. At that instant he grabbed the keys to his Land Rover- and was on his way to “J’s Pancake House” on 23rd st. He hoped out of the car and opened the glass door, “dingdong”. The young teenager asked, “ How many?” He said ”Just one will do”. She popped her gum and said right this way, sir. He looked around the restaurant and said have you happened to see Tiffany, she must be my age now. She popped her gum and said, “yeah, she’s right over there” and she grabbed his torn menu. Al got up from the booth and pretended to bump into her. She got to “par.. in pardon me” and placed her fingers over her mouth. The two instantly fell back in love. After six months of dating, the two got married. He was the syrup to her pancakes and she was the cream to his coffee.