Okay, here’s something from one of my creative writing: fiction classes at Davis. I have zero recollection of writing this, but it’s got my name on it (and it sure sounds like me). The prompt for this little homework blurb was:
A Stranger Comes to Town (April 2004)
“Guess where I am,” he said, and then, without waiting, “I’m coming to see you.” She went through a quick spray of shock, excitement, happiness, and then suddenly shock again. He lived an hour and a half away from her – two hours in heavy traffic – and while they had been talking over the phone for the entire summer, she didn’t feel the need to meet him in person. He had offered to drive down to visit her several times, and each time she had mumbled stories of previous engagements and sworn vague promises. “I got tired of waiting for you to make up your mind. I’ll be there in an hour.” The call ended and she was left holding the phone to her ear. She was still holding it there when it rang again, no more than a minute later. “I know what you’re thinking.” He began talking before she could even say “hello.” “You’re thinking that I don’t know where you live and so how can I find you? You’re thinking you’re going to hide in a city of twenty thousand people. I know you’re working tonight and there can’t be many Blockbusters in town. I’ll see you soon.” He hung up again without waiting for her to say anything. She couldn’t help feeling that, despite their telephone relationship, he was really just a stranger coming to town.
I’m intrigued by this…and also by the reference to Blockbuster. LOL.