Determinists would like to have you believe that we are all born with a specific plan. Wouldn’t it be nice to think that we have been drawn up a certain way and nothing we can do would change the inevitable conclusion of our existence? The strange thing about Artemis was that he attached such importance to his own belief system that he never once questioned just how it came to be that way. An almost imperceptible feeling of consternation came over him as he pulled forward to the waiting valet. Mind you, it was not so slight to be unnoticed, but at this point the feeling was only a smidgen of what it would morph into in the very near future.
“Welcome to the prestigious Rushwind Resort and Spa,” the man said, as he opened the driver’s side door of the car. “Please allow me to park your vehicle for you. Would you like Alan to take care of your bags?”
Saying this, he motioned towards a young man standing at the trunk of the car, awaiting further instructions. Truth be told, Artemis was feeling quite out of place already and didn’t like the extra attention these men were paying to him.
Awkwardly, he fumbled out the following, “Um, I think I will get it myself. I only have a c-c-couple small bags. B-b-but thank you.”
The valet waved off the young man, patiently waiting for Artemis to step out of the vehicle. Once he was on his feet, he began to feel a bit more comfortable, but still very out of place. For such a large place, there were very few actual guests within view. He thought curiously about this as he watched the valet drive off with his car.
To be continued…