Looking at a New Story

I used to write stories on Xanga. They were of various length, with a variety of characters. The feedback suggested that my protagonists were endearing and relatable and above all memorable. I had one reader nearly hurt herself when Maisy Duchenne got into some trouble. Another was so enamored with Detective Evans that they made me promise not to killer her off in the story! It was the story of Rose that made several confide their stories of domestic violence to me. All in all I had very positive reactions to my stories. I have decided to post another story. Like all the previous stories, this one will be posted in serial format with one episode/chapter a week. If it goes beyond March 31, I will put it on hiatus so that I can post a poem in its place to participate in April’s National Poetry Month. So without further ado here is the first entry for “An Introvert’s Story”

It was snowing. Her back was tense and there was a dull ache below her left shoulder blade from gripping the steering wheel so tightly. The seat belt was rubbing against her jaw as she leaned forward to see through the only clear spot on the windshield. She had turned off the radio since she couldn’t hear it over the sound of the heater and the wipers slapping against a ridge of ice along the far edge of the windshield. She wanted nothing more than to get home. The frustrations of the day dogged her flight from work. It was as if the snow and ice were aiming for her and her alone. She sighed and muttered under her breath, “Stupid drivers.” It wasn’t in anger but a statement of fact. Her opinion of the human race as a whole was not positive. Sure there were a few people she could tolerate, in small doses, but by and large she preferred her own company. The traffic was heavy and moving at a crawl. She sat at the light counting the cars ahead of her. If she was lucky she might make it through. She wasn’t lucky. “Idiots.” she intoned. It was getting dark and the neon lights were fuzzy beacons shining though the falling snow. Taco Bell or Wendy’s she asked herself. But the cars started to move faster. Her desire to get home trumped her hunger and she drove without stopping for what would only be the irritation of additional human interactions.

20 thoughts on “Looking at a New Story

  1. This character could be me or any number of people I know, Muri. Perhaps our desire for solitude, the ease of our own company, is universal, rather than a strictly “introvert” trait. I, too, have counted cars at traffic lights, talked to myself, and had days where I’d rather go home and scramble some eggs for dinner than deal with some teenager at a fast food counter who’s more interested in flirting with his coworker-crush than getting my order right. Only the windshield part didn’t ring true to me… I’ve never rubbed my jaw on the seatbelt by leaning forward, and I’m too much of a perfectionist to drive off with only one small spot of my window cleared. The wipers “slapping against a ridge of ice along the far edge of the windshield” further implied that the windshield was clean except for that one pesky spot causing the irritating noise. Hope Ms. Introvert makes it home safely. Looking forward to the next installment. 🙂

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      1. I’m no giant (5’4″) and I’ve owned a wide variety of makes and models, Ford and GM, German and Japanese, everything from sedans and sports cars to SUVs and vans, and never been jaw-sawed by a seatbelt. I’m guessing you are a petite introvert. 🙂

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  2. I can already tell that I’ll be reading this as if I’m the woman in the car. I hate when the wiper blades push wet snow to the edge of the windshield where it freezes, and then start picking up bits of the ice and smearing it right across my line of vision. Stupid weather.

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    1. Hehe! I’m glad you can relate to the problems of winter driving in Michiana. I hope you can enjoy her story… it might be a bumpy ride! Well, probably it will be a bit bumpy. Erm, honestly she is going to need a figurative seat belt. Buckle up for safety!

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  3. Honey, I don’t think I like her very much. She is so negative! But your descriptions are very good. Maybe I will get to like her better in the future. And what is her name? It should be something sad like Dolores , but I’m sure you will choose a good one.

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  4. Honey, I don’t think I like her very much. She is so negative! But your descriptions are very good. Maybe I will get to like her better in the future. And what is her name? It should be something sad like Dolores , but I’m sure you will choose a good one.

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