2011-03-29

Boxes: A Short Story

“She turned the business card over in her hands, feeling the smoothness with her fingers. She contemplated the story it might tell, but for some reason her mind couldn’t go anywhere other than a romantic meeting of the guy and a girl.

“What is wrong with my brain?” she wondered. Sometimes she felt her mind was stuck on one track, and even though she hadn’t placed it there, she couldn’t get it off.

Stories. That was what she thought about. Always thought about stories. But lately her stories were limited to love stories. She loved adventure, but she had no plots without guy plus girl. “Oh boy, I feel like a hopeless romantic.”

And this writing was making things no better. She sighed and laid down her pen.”

Smiling she turned the page. Sitting back on her heels, she pulled the box full of journals closer. Reading them was amusing, to say the least. “I was such a hopeless dork!” She kept turning the pages. This one was from 2006, and so much had changed since then.

She resumed her reading, losing herself in her thoughts from long ago. Struggles with her life and her work that seemed so large then, but in hindsight appeared almost laughable. Entry after entry made mountains out of molehills, but she survived, and what was happening in the present made all the scraps worth it.

Some of the entries made a few tears trickle* out, while others made her laugh. “Oh I wish I had known what would happen after that,” she sighed. 

Then of course there were the multiple entries like the above one. “Geeze, girl, what was your problem. It’s not the only thing in life, and boy am I glad I’ve figured that all out now.” She rolled her eyes at the old her, and all her “heart problems” and “boy issues”.

“Whatever made me think that about him?” “Wow, that was stupid.” “girly, it’s not that big of a deal. You’ll get over it.”

She closed the journal, and stacked it back in the box, replacing the cover and carrying it to the storage closet. She shut the door and smiled at how mature she felt after reading her old problems. In her pocket her phone started vibrating. Looking down her heart jumped, breathing deep she tried to calm it.

“Hello? Oh hey!” Thump.

*yes Jennette... they trickled. 

2 comments:

  1. hahahah. I like this. ;) Love how you write!

    Can we talk soon? ;)

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  2. Ahah! I knew what was coming when I saw that asterisk. :D

    In general, quite good. Some comma fixes:
    Insert one after "Smiling..."
    Remove one after "2006.." [Or you could delete the "and," either way works.]
    Remove one after "She closed the journal..."

    I am now going to argue with your "tears" sentence. Regardless of trickling, it doesn't flow well. (No pun intended.) "Some of the entries made a few tears trickle out, while others made her laugh." It's unbalanced. The tears are detailed, while the laugh is just sort of slapped on at the end. I'd go with "Some entries brought a few tears, others made her laugh."

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