Mary Anne Rose - Chapter 1: Upon Returning From His Trip
1. Upon Returning From His Trip
”You know, I’m writing a story. I have the first few pages here. Do you want to read them?” The one who spoke these words must have been a college student; he looked like nineteen or twenty years old. He sat on a chair in the patio of the coffeehouse just two blocks away from the college campus. There was a small round table in front of him, and on the opposite side of it, another young man sat; he was speaking to him. Both wore t-shirts and jeans. One had a backpack and the other had a shoulder bag. Sitting and having coffee under California sun. “Sure,” said his friend, reached the handwritten papers across the table in a quick motion and started reading. When he was about to finish the first page, he smiled not in a vulgar way but in such a way that he thought it a cute story; he must have been reading the part portraying oral sex between the main character and his companion. “Not bad, not bad,” uttered he blithely.
”Ok, what do you think?”
”It’s not bad. You should keep going. And let me know when you finish writing this.”
After this sentence was spoken, two started talking about something else.
He intended to finish writing the story but he never did. Span of ten years was going to pass before he picked up a pen or rather started typing new pages. Finishing the junior Year in college, the senior Year, the graduation, the first job in California, the second job in New York City and the move to the city upon taking the job. A shared room in a college dormitory, the move to an apartment in college town, a month of hotel stay upon moving to New York City, once again a shared room though the apartment was located in the center of the city and the move to a less crowded and more reserved apartment in Queens. The one who read the story graduated a year before he did and left for Northern California, a new friend, farewell upon his move to New York, a few new friends in the city and a couple of romantic encounters here and there.
