AUTHOR’S NOTE: The following is an entry for a mini-challenge. The fictional short story was required to contain the following in 500 words:
1. The color purple;
2. A piece of fruit (but the fruit is not to be the purple item);
3. A letter (hmmm ... but what kind of letter? You decide);
4. A D & M conversation (that's "deep and meaningful," for the un-hip among us) between two people. (But that D & M conversation is not part of the letter); and
5. A twist at the end.
It was Saturday night and I was at Blockbuster looking for a video that I would watch alone. As I debated between Beaches and The Color Purple I spotted a handsome man on the adventure aisle. My first instinct was to hide in the romance section and stare from a distance. Then I remembered a recent conversation with my sister.
“You’ll always be alone if you don’t start taking chances,” she said.
“I’ll meet the right person when the time is right,” I responded.
“There will never be a right time if you don’t quit hiding behind your computer.”
“I’m not hiding. I’m a writer. It’s my job. Remember?”
“Whatever. I have the perfect person for you. A friend of Rick’s. Let me introduce you.”
“You’ve got to take a chance.”
Motivated by her words I made my way over to his aisle for a closer inspection. He wasn’t wearing a wedding ring. However, my reflection in the glass window reminded me that I had no make-up on and was wearing baggy sweats and a faded t-shirt - - not the attire for a positive first impression. I sadly watched the potential man of my dreams pay for his rental and walk out the door.
When I noticed a Christian symbol on the bumper of his truck, I was no longer willing to let him just drive out of my life. I grabbed a pen from my purse and recorded the letters and numbers from his license plate on my hand.
I returned home and called my brother-in-law, Rick, who was a cop. I begged and offered free babysitting until he agreed to run a trace to identity my mystery man.
Satisfied that I’d taken a chance, I settled down to watch my movie. Watching calories, I snacked on sliced apple instead of my usual buttered popcorn. After all, I might be meeting the man of my dreams soon.
I was surprised when Rick called. “I’ve got some bad news,” he began. “That F-150 truck was reported stolen two weeks ago. It’s been linked to several burglaries. I’m on my way to your house to fill out a report and get a description of the driver.” So much for taking chances.
I was still feeling disappointed when my doorbell rang. I opened the door and was shocked to find the man from Blockbuster standing in front of me. I jumped in fear and tripped and fell as I turned to run.
Before I could get back up an apologetic Rick appeared from behind a tree. “It’s okay,” Rick said quickly. “The tags you gave me belonged to my friend that your sister had wanted you to meet. I couldn’t resist playing a joke on you.”
I grabbed my throbbing ankle and tried to compute what was happening.
“He’s not a criminal,” Rick continued. “He’s a doctor.”
Dr. Blockbuster kneeled down and examined my ankle. I swooned at his touch as he said, “It’s just a twist.”
If you died today, are you absolutely certain that you would go to heaven? You can be! TRUST JESUS NOW
Read more articles by Kristen Hester or search for articles on the same topic or others.