Isak's Story: A Fictional Narrative

“What’s wrong Fletcher?” I looked up at him and told him the truth. Dad looked at me for a second, thought showing in his eyes

His eyes immediately narrowed, and he stopped chuckling. “How you be knowin’ my name now?” he said with his deep

The wrinkles on his forehead became more distinct. “This is a day for surprises. Since you are the new owner, let me fill you in on a detail you’ll find

“Jeez James it looks like someone is hiding something from something” Anthony exclaimed with an adventurous smirk on his face.

“Not really; the kid’s always been charismatic.” Erica smiled to herself, remembering little Ezra trying to convince her to buy him sweets at the market.

“Did you bring your fake baby bump?” he asked, placing his hand on my flat stomach, resulting in me squirming around in a silly manner. “Why are you laughing?”

The late afternoon sun glinted off the water. Far below me, I could hear the surf crashing against the base of the sea stack. I dangled my legs over the edge, knocking my feet against the sheer rock cliff. My boot made a gentle bumping sound. My metal prosthetic attached to the other leg clanged quietly against the stone.

Still half asleep my siblings and I piled into our ’91 Buick Roadmaster and sat silently while my dad struggled to start the car. My mom looked like she’d been crying and my dad was getting increasingly frustrated with the old cars ignition. I looked to my brother and raised an eyebrow, the universal sign for “Whats going on?” He just shook his head, shrugged and buried his face in a gameboy.

"Stop right there, First it's a full moon tonight, so don't get too excited now " I said." I guess we can't enjoy the party now as we have to watch Scott and be his babysitter tonight, so pick me up at Seven alright" I walked over to the door ready to leave, but I looked over to Stiles, who still looking at me smiling , I rolled my eyes "okay , I admitted this is pretty exciting that our best friend might be a werewolf"

“I was surprised by myself to be completely truthful.” Tom replied still chuckling since what he had made our car into was hardly believable.

Clancy, stunned by how calm this man was, released his grip on him, and sat down a little shakily.

Through the movie, Isak reflects upon his life through daydreaming of his childhood, past love interest and his relationship with his wife, as well as nightmares making more aware of his mortality. Moreover, his deep discussions, though often unwanted, with his daughter-in-law leads him to attain wisdom and a positive perspective of his past and ultimately his ability to find meaning in his life. Additionally, he develops a positive relationship not only with the young hitchhikers he picked up while driving, but most importantly his daughter-in-law who appeared to be seeking direction and support from him and possibly his son, at least the movie left that impression on

“No … get the money… just…” Dad caught my eye, and gave me a look that made me turn around again.

Isak’s eyes fought to stay closed as the violent light cast through the cracks in his curtains hit slightly too close to his face. He let out a mumbled groan, his hand extending out beside himself, feeling a familiar heat and exhaling slowly. One eye worked its way open, followed by the other. His eyes took time to adjust to the light, slowly making out Even’s form from what had first appeared to be a halo of blurred light. His body was hunched over a sketchbook, brows slightly furrowed in concentration.

“No … the money… just…” Dad caught my eye, and gave me a look that made me turn around again.