He’s In Love With The Girl In The World
My roommate threw me out. He tapped out some morse code nonsense on our latest find. A shard of rosewood. The former top of a grand piano. It amplified the steps of his fury as he told me exactly what he thought of me.
It’s not the first time people haven’t taken me just as I am. It’s a lonely world I inhabit. I never know who I can trust with my true self.
I wonder….on that score, do we ever know?
Enough.
I can’t stay here any longer. My resources are extinguished. I came to the Big City to avoid my fate. To lose myself in something bigger. To force open a different portal.
Instead, I’ve stared at my Very Last Closed Door.
My father, he wants me to sell cars. He’ll give me the whole shebang some day. A dealership that bears my name.
If only.
If only I can stand to live in East Tennessee.
A man like me? In 1952?
How can I sell a luxury automobile when I sold out my dreams? Will anyone buy my slick one-liners? Believe the marketing schlock I spew?
Two nickels in my pocket. It’s a hard place, the crossroads between selling a body or prostituting a soul.
A fiction series. Long overdue. Because, you must be well-and-truly-sick of reading about my life by now. So, what happened to that door? A series of possibilities. I’ll explore one or several. If it was even a door I passed at an intersection on the way to an appointment. Read the first installment here, the second installment here and the third installment here.
Brilliant!
I hope he makes a brilliant choice, Jim.
Can’t wait to find out Andra.
I spent quite a while at that crossroads.
At various times, so have I, Roger.
A very sad place to be.
Yep.
Dreams shattered.
Hopefully not for long.
Girllll, that last line was written gold! Brilliant
It’s my favorite one here.
Crossroads require choosing well, so that the “if onlys” and “what ifs” won’t forever haunt…
Sometimes, though, I feel like even when I chose well, I still have ‘if onlys’ and ‘what ifs.’ It’s human, I suppose.
Catching up here. This is becoming quite interesting. What did the roommate tap out, and why? I hope he will tell us in another posting, Andra.
Perhaps he will, Penny.
Good phrase “the crossroads between selling a body or prostituting a soul.” Sums up a lot of life, doesn’t it?
It does.
Tell me about it. Reminds me of Ronnie Camereri (not sure that’s how he’s spelt) “Is it just a matter of time till a man opens his eyes and gives up his one dream of happiness?”
I’ve not given mine up. Not yet.
This is a different type of writing, Andra. Complex series.
I don’t know what it is, Ted. My blog is my sketchbook, however it turns out.
I like that attitude.
I like the setting because the dialogue and the expectations of the characters are more complex. That last line is magic. It opens a lot of doors.
I hope he finds an opening he can live with.
I love reading about your life, Andra, though you may not have guessed by my absentee status!
Hugs,
Kathy
I know you’re swamped right now. I am looking forward to a visit to Ecuador.
There’s a fine line between giving up and a good dose of pragmatic action. I don’t know which way this is going yet, but the new layer to the story opens up more possibilities.
It is always an interesting exercise to find a new route to a character.