What's a writer to do?
My solution is this: A while ago, I wrote a fictional story of how my husband and I met. Key word being FICTION.. It was just for fun.
On the last week of each month I will post a chapter from the manuscript titled: Why You Should Love A Man Who Loves An Ugly Car
A mouthful I know, so it will be Ugly Car week instead. This is the first week where you will meet our characters. Enjoy, and remember I can use feedback.
Alex
Bra’s and panties flew in a fabric flurry. Alex didn’t think she was a particularly organized person by any stretch of the imagination, but this afternoon she was a veritable tornado of packing. Charles had called, begging her to meet him in New York. Clearly, she couldn’t waste time worrying about what to take; just that he wanted her. Hands quivering with the adrenaline coursing through her bloodstream, Alex shoved random bits of clothing into the over sized suitcase. Was she nervous? The high pitched buzzing in her ears must be the result of finally getting what she wanted. Her heart pounded like a trapped bird against her ribs. New York City, the sound of the words sent her blood racing anew.
Grasping her running shoes from the floor of
her closet, she stuffed them into the corners of the case. She skirted into the bright bathroom attached
to her room, looking around.
Her
thoughts leapfrogged between the items scattered across the counter. I need: my toothbrush, my make-up, my hair
brush…
Her
mind wandered as she stared at her reflection in the glass. Her thick, silky
blond hair and blue-green eyes seemed pale in the overhead light. The weakness
of the image only reminded her of insecurities. Narrowing her gaze at the
bright mirror, Alex mentally scolded her reflection.
This was the response you hoped for
when he left. Now he wants you. You shouldn’t be falling apart over a tiny nervous
flutter in the pit of your stomach.
The slight
creak of her bedroom door broke her away from the reflected image. Her mother was
peering around the wooden white washed surface. Tricia McConnell’s warm,
dark eyes narrowed, the laugh lines at their corners furrowing themselves
deeper into her skin.
“Lexi, honey? Is everything all right?”
“Its fine,
Mom.” Returning to the exploding bag, she
tossed her toiletries on top.
Alex began
her battle to close the bulging contents.
Tricia
walked to her daughter’s side and quickly rearranged the overstuffed suitcase
before pressing her palms against the top. Clicking the battered clasps closed with a
flip of her practiced hands, she secured the lid.
Alex stood, watching helplessly knowing her
mother was going to want a more detailed explanation of her panicked packing.
There wasn’t anything she could offer that would make this abrupt departure
easier.
“Can
I help?”
“It’s
all done, Mom.” She said a little too cheerily, “I’m just in a hurry. I have to
go across town to Jay’s shop to talk to him about my ticket. I have to drive two
hours southbound on I-15 through a thunderstorm to Las Vegas International
Airport. Not to mention, I have to find my way through crowded rush hour
traffic, and the maze of airport parking.” Alex’s voice turned weary as she
blew out a frazzled breath. “It’s just a lot to do…”
Tricia’s eyebrows rose in consternation but her mouth remained
pursed. Alex pulled the suitcase off of her comforter, attempting a wan
smile.
“I’ve got to get this to my car,” she said still not looking her
mother in the eye. “Sooo…”
Avoiding
her mother’s gaze, Alex concentrated on the wheels of the enormous case. She could feel the cold stream of terse
lectures drizzling from her mother’s thoughts even as they found no pool of
voice to rest upon.
Making
only scant progress out the bedroom door, Alex struggled with the heedless
wheels of the luggage. She imagined her mother silently commanding the thick
fibers of the rug to tangle more tightly, halting her frantic escape from their
unspoken conversation.
She
wrestled the case around where her mother was perched on the end of the bed
until Tricia’s hand pressed against her trembling arm.
“Are you sure this is what you want?”
“I’ve got doubt, Mom,” She said. “I need you to let me go find out if he’s ‘the
one.’”
Alex shook off her mother’s hand. As she
dragged her luggage through the house to the garage door, she realized her
mother was not following her. The Crack of lightening across the dim interior
of the garage, jolted her nerves. Its
stabbing presence echoed a sense of impending loneliness in her heart.
Is this what you want?
The question crossed her mind as quickly as the thunder outside faded into the
distance. Alex focused on her battle stowing
the large bag in her Camry’s narrow trunk. The last thing she needed was to
give doubt room to conjure up answers.
“Let me help, sweetie.” Tricia startled her when she suddenly appeared at her
side, lending her weight to the manipulation of the bag.
“Thanks, Mom.”
“That’s alright, I…” Tricia’s voice broke off as she looked at Alex.
Offering
her mother a shaky smile, Alex saw the downpour of questions flashing in Tricia’s
eyes.
She’d been working on her mother’s computer when Charles called. Their brief conversation
was the catalyst for this last minute flight of fancy. Tricia stood by for
Alex’s side of the exchange, but now, she had only enough information to panic.
“I was just wondering where you will be and for how long? In case I need to get
a hold of you…”
Alex scowled bitterly at the seemingly innocent question and then sharply
retorted, “Mom if you need me for anything just call me on my phone or
post a message on my page. I don’t have time to explain. I have to go.”
Tricia’s dark eyes momentarily blackened and then her mouth twisted brutally.
The expression would have been comical if Alex had not known it was her
mother’s way of controlling her quick tempered tongue. As Tricia’s features
released themselves into calmer reactions, she shook her head slowly, clearing
her throat.
“Okay honey, but can I at least ask you for a favor?”
Alex fought the urge to glower at her mother once more. Instead, she nodded
before casting a glance toward mottled gray thunderheads beyond the open garage
door.
“I was wondering if I could ask you to do something for me on your
flight. I have a bunch of my journal entries I’m trying to go through.
I’d like to know if you think I could use them in my book.”
Tricia
had been writing her entire life; only for her family and friends. Now
that Alex’s younger brother Kale was thirteen and Alexandra was in college
studying to become a writer herself, Tricia was writing again too. , Alex was helping
by going through some of her stories in preparation for writing a memoir. Her
mother’s ‘favor’ sounded like an apology. Alex frowned as Tricia rambled on.
“Your flight will probably be eight hours or more. do you think you could do
some reading for me?”
The
question was posed softly, but her mother’s own faltering faith irritated
Alex.
If she was just more confident, I
wouldn’t have to be her part-time editor! She thought.
Instead, she grabbed the
manila envelope she saw tucked under Tricia’s arm, cramming it like a bad
report card into her shoulder bag.
“Of course, Mom,” she said with a brisk hug, “I’ve got to go.”
Tricia nodded, releasing a weak smile.
“The entries are all dated, but I took out
the year. It is written just on the heading of the front page.”
Alex wrinkled her brow in question, as her
mother blushed.
“Nobody wants to know how old I am, that’s
all.” Alex tried not to laugh at her
mother’s show of vanity as she climbed into the car. Before starting the
engine, she glanced back in the mirror at her mom’s strained features. Alex
wish she had more to tell her parents about her plans with Charles, but even
she wasn’t sure. Easing from the driveway
and out of sight, she pulled onto the street. A gust of furious wind pushed her toward Jay’s
shop, and away from an oncoming storm.
The sky boiled beyond the car windows and her heart echoed its protests. A
sense of dark, foreboding slid down her spine.
“What are you about to do?” she whispered.
Jay swiped at the cloud of dust Alex’s car left in his parking lot. Watching her tail lights vanish
into the storm, he spit the red dirt from his mouth. There were so many questions
he should have asked her before he just let her go. Instinctively he knew that her hesitation
meant she had questions of her own she hadn’t asked herself.
The whine
of the grinder resuming its attack on the mini-van meant he shouldn’t worry
about her right now. Turning away, he trudged back to the welder inside the
open bay door. Shutting her disappearing car out of his sight didn’t help. His
legs begged him to run after her. Jay strapped
his welder’s mask back on. Blue light
hummed from the tip as he ignited the flame, along with the ache in his chest.
All the things he wanted to scream at her ricocheted around in his mind.
Don’t run off with this guy, Alex.
You’re too good for him.
Stay. Stay here with me.
His
shoulders burned from the hours holding the welder. His back protested every
tick of the clock. His heart bled with every mile she put between them
He knew he
would have to call Dan Caldwell. He’d known it when she asked him for the money
to buy her ticket. It should have been too much, but when it came to Alex- there
was no such thing.
Jay
finished the bead of steel he’d formed on the van’s fender. She could never
know. He didn’t want her like that.
