She was nervous and fidgety as she rode the escalator. What if he screamed, refused the interview and threw her out? Don’t be silly. He won’t recognize you. What if he did? He wouldn’t. Celebrity Reporter Dianne Cooper’s stylized self bore no resemblance to the disguised, teenaged DeeCee he had met. She had ascended in life. But then, so had he! For the last five years, she had carried the guilt of having used him. It had been a one off incident. But, its memory kept her awake at night sometimes. She pushed the image of his beckoning, lecherous
This unnamed 55-er is inspired by a real life conversation. Insipred, it is not the transcript. The real conversation didn’t end the way this does. I don’t personally know the two who were involved in it, so I haven’t taken their permission before publishing this story. My apologies for that… “…I hope you understand now” sad “Yeah” upset “I had to…” sad “Hmm”quiet “I’m sorry…” apologetic “Its ok” forgiving “If I ever come back?” uncertain “I’ll welcome you with my arms open”excited “But I won’t. You have my number on your cell, but don’t call me. I am Mrs. William
If you missed part I, it can be read here part II begins- This is what I did… Ok, don’t hit me….. ducking for cover The story is still 55 words! No one said anything about images now….. right??? By the way, the story is true, and the image is a pic of my first ever oil painting…… It was August 2000 and my semester was just over. Fortunately, I got a month off!!!!! Thats rare, and I was jubilant. But watching the rain fall on dull monsoon afternoons wasn’t my idea of spending a vacation. So, I made this….
Here is my attempt at 55 word fiction It was typical monsoon afternoon -dreary. Everything was a shade of grey, from light to dark and everything in between. A dark gloom had enveloped everything… I was confined indoors and the blank colourless walls stared back at me… The starkness became unbearable… I decided to do something about it… Raindrops on Glass To be continued… Keeping in with the tradition, this is also in parts! 🙂 Read part two – The Monsoon – part II