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"Itís a beat-up, blue van." Marty said, "It'll be parked near the restaurant. You canít miss it." Those were the last words Marty said to his blind date last night her before hanging up the telephone. The twenty-four-year old electrician planned to dine at an Italian restaurant with her, but now as he waited behind the wheel of his parked van, he wondered if she would ever show up. Marty glanced at his wristwatch; it showed five-thirty, and his date Lola was already a half-hour late. Losing patience, he gazed through the van's windshield. trying to spot any woman on the sidewalk fitting her description. He didn't have much to go on; all he knew was that she had blonde hair. His eyes darting from one woman to another, Marty started to lose hope: "Iíll give her ten more minutes," he thought, "if she doesn't come by then, I'm out of here."

The Italian restaurant where the two were supposed to dine was across the street from his parked van. And Marty couldn't help noticing the many couples entering the popular eatery located on Forty-Fifth Street in the heart of the city's theater district. The whole block was bustling with excitement. There were people racing for taxis, while others streamed towards the subway station on the corner. Marty, a city person, was able to easily spot the tourists scurrying for the many theaters which dotted both sides of the street. For the past forty-five minutes while waiting for his date, he had been entertaining himself watching the people rush around on the sidewalk. But now, finally acknowledging Lola stood him up, the disappointed Marty was about to leave the mad scene outside his van.


Giving the street one last scan, Marty then reached inside his shirt pocket for a joint which he intended to smoke with Lola before they dined. But since she was a no-show, the electrician reckoned he might as well get stoned himself before going back home. Placing the joint between his lips, Marty struck a match to lite it. He then inhaled deeply as he put his hand inside his pant's pocket to get the key to start the van. He sent a stream of marijuana smoke through the van's opened window while he inserted the key into the ignition. As the engine roared to a start, Marty checked the Italian restaurant one last time to see whether any blonde was standing outside of it. To his dismay, no one was near the entrance.

As he shifted gears from park to drive, he peered through the passenger window to notice a blonde standing by it. He watched her lean over to smile and wave at him. Surprised that she had shown up, he returned the smile and quickly turned the key to shut the engine. Marty then reached for the doorís handle to let her inside the van. She hopped inside quickly, settling into the passenger's seat as Marty greeted her with a friendly "Hello" before offering her a toke on the joint in his outstretched hand. Without saying a word, She pried the joint from his fingertips and placed it between her lips. As she smoked, Marty smelled cheap perfume coming from her. The odor was so strong that he immediately rolled down the window to let air inside.

After forcing fresh air through his nostrils, Marty turned his attention to his date again, eyeballing her long slender legs. Her tight red dress was well above her knees, and Marty liked what he was looking at. He took the joint from Lola and inhaled one more time before putting it out in the ashtray. Stoned and ready for dinner, he grabbed his door handle to get out of the van and open the passenger door for Lola. But, just as he opened his door, he heard her say something which stopped him in his tracks. "Huh," Marty blurted, while gripping the door's handle, "what did you say?"

"What do you want to do?" she repeated, leaning across the seat to wrap her arm around his shoulder.

"Oh, shit," Marty laughed, realizing his mistake.

"Well?" the blonde demanded.
 
"Honey," Marty said, removing her arm from his shoulder. "I got you mixed up with someone else. I donít want to do anything."

The prostituteís smile quickly vanished as she hopped from the van, slamming the door in anger behind her. Alone again, Marty glanced into the rear view mirror. "Man," he laughed at himself, "am I getting getting rusty. I canít even tell a hooker anymore." Homebound again, Marty reached for the key in the ignition to start the engine. But just before his fingers touched it, he heard tapping on the passenger door. Turning his head to see who it was, he noticed a blond smiling through the window. Marty returned the smile while reaching for the door handle to let her inside the van. Finally, his blind date, Lola, had arrivedóhe hoped.
 

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This little vignette shows off your ability as a writer - setting a scene and placing your reader within it.

Often when you write down your recollections, they seem to spill out with the enthusiasm of a child hurrying through a joke in such eagerness to deliver the punch line.

This is well written City - good job.

Is it the opening scene to something bigger?
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Originally Posted by Grace Gabriel View Post
This little vignette shows off your ability as a writer - setting a scene and placing your reader within it.

Often when you write down your recollections, they seem to spill out with the enthusiasm of a child hurrying through a joke in such eagerness to deliver the punch line.

This is well written City - good job.

Is it the opening scene to something bigger?

Grace, I'm going to post something you might enjoy even more. A friend gave me this story a long time ago. I'll post it now. Oops, thanks.

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