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“Yes, thanks, I’ll have a Double Bomb, a medium Range Chicken Fries and a small Diet Agent Orange.” Kleigh orders his lunch from the polite young lady behind the counter and checks his phone for the time.
“Would you like an upgrade to the Fat Man for a dollar?” She asks.
“That will be enough.” He hands the attendant his money.
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As soon as I wake up, I prepare myself with a normal morning routine, and then I sit down and write a story about whatever comes to mind. More often than not, it is a surprise. Many people call this type of writing “Flash Fiction”.
This is Flash Fiction February.
“OK, please wait in the Devastation Station to the right, and your food will be on the conveyor belt in a few minutes.”
“That will be to go, by the way.” Kleigh says, as she hands him his change.
He texts Loara to see what time they have for their movie date later on. They have been planning this date for a while now. She lets him know that she reserved tickets for the 7:40 seating. Kleigh has about an hour to eat and wash up before meeting Loara. His food appears on the conveyor belt. He takes the bag, checks inside to be sure it’s what he ordered, and exits the business.
Kleigh likes to eat in his car. He likes to poke around the terrestrial radio stations, and have the privacy. The idea is to find a good place to eat. He wants to find some remote place where he has a view of something, like a river, or a mountain, or just anything interesting. It can’t be too far from where he gets the food because he wants to get to it before it cools off.
Kleigh decides that the High School Baseball game is good. There is a parking lot in left field and he can watch while eating. That will be fine. He finds a local station playing an Ozzy Osbourne song, and that works for him.
At Loara’s apartment, she is getting herself ready. Meticulously, she prepares snacks and fills up small plastic baggies. There are some yogurt and chocolate covered raisins, pretzels, honey roasted peanuts, and chocolate mints. She wraps them each with rubber bands and places them in her purse. She only uses a purse when she’s sneaking stuff around.
Loara is anticipating, that after the movie, they might have a coffee together. She rummages around her purse and in the junk drawer in the kitchen for a punch card for a place in town, and also for a coupon for a different place. She finds them both in the junk drawer. Checking the kitchen clock, she sees that she’s a half-hour out from the movie. She gets a text from Kleigh.
“Do you want to get there a little early to be sure we get good seats?” Kleigh texts.
“It’s not the popular movie, we should be OK.”
“OK, well, I’m going to park and go hang around there. I’m finished eating, ballgame ended.”
Loara responds. “Ballgame? OK, I’ll see you over there on time.”
Kleigh drives over to the main drag where the movie is and parks on a residential street to save money. He has time to walk. Simultaneously, Loara is locking up her apartment with her purse, and a sweater along with her, because theaters are notoriously cool.
Kleigh is waiting for Loara at the ticket window. The movie is starting in 5 minutes. He thinks about whether texting her is the right thing to do. He doesn’t want her to feel rushed, or that he is uptight about schedules and punctuality, and things of that nature. As he is struggling with this, she texts him.
“Hi. Where are you?”
He responds. “I’m just at the window, I’ll be here when you get here.”
“I’m here.” She texts.
Kleigh looks around and doesn’t see her anywhere. He realizes it’s likely they are at different theaters.
“I’m at the Main, in town.” He texts.
Loara responds. “I’m at the Rogers off the exit. Ooops”
Kleigh can’t even believe that she would even think of going to the Rogers Theater. It’s a nearly dead part of town, and it can be pretty weird after dark.
He texts her. “I think you should come here, and we should just go to the next viewing.”
She responds. “Do you want to do something in the meantime?”
“We could window-shop, or go to the antique place and look at all the cool old stuff.”
“I have snacks.” She informs him.
“Perfect.” He replies.
The rest of the evening goes swimmingly, they enjoy one another’s company and the movie. Most importantly, Kleigh’s response to the situation passes Loara’s test.
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I’m working on getting my skills expanded into voiceover and voice acting work. Soon I will be adding my demos to the end of my stories for fun. I’ll be writing my own scripts instead of using the typical, provided scripts. That will be fun. Stay tuned for that.
