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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 1 – Beginner)
Topic: Beginning and End (04/16/09)

TITLE: Crossroads


I sat on the stiff, pleather seat of the train fingering the silver locket around my neck. My mind was about as far away as a kite caught in a gale. I didn’t even see the crossroads coming. I was to worried about what I had to do when I got home. Then- SCREEEEEEECH CLANG THUD. I flew forward out of my seat. My hands shot forward to brace my fall, and in the background I heard glass shattering and a woman scream. Then, there was nothing.


It had been two months since the accident. I had been lucky to survive. There was, however, one very big drawback. I had amnesia. The day I woke up, I gave myself a new name, picked a new street address, and attempted to fill in all the gaps. I was Shilah Bandera, I lived in Boston, Massachusetts, and I was still lost. Now, I was walking from a local clothing store where I worked to a Starbucks a few blocks down for my lunch break. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a man following me. It was probably just a coincidence. I took a left turn into an alley that led to the back of Starbucks. The man continued following me. I heard footsteps falling quickly and heavily on the tar behind me. He was running! I began running. He was getting closer, like a tiger stalking his prey. He came closer and grabbed my wrist.
“Help! Hel-” I started screaming at the top of my lungs.
“Shhhhhhh,” the man said in a whisper “I don’t want to hurt you,” he said putting his hand over my mouth. “Do you remember me?” He said loosening his hand from my mouth. “Try to remember before the accident,” he said. I looked at him closer. He was dressed in designer jeans, a dress shirt, had a small chin, and thick eyebrows.
“Very funny,” I mumbled under the hand, “I can’t remember anything, I have amnesia,” The man’s eyebrows raised.
“I’m sorry I’ve bothered you,” he said taking his hand off my mouth and letting go of my wrist. I sprinted into the busy city street crying for help, but by the time help arrived, the man had disappeared.


The night of my attack, I went home to find a dozen white roses outside the door of my apartment. I was astonished. The card on them read as the following:
To Robin: I’m sorry I scared you today, I thought you remembered. Was Yours, Jay.
Taped to the bottom of the card was a small, silver key. I felt around my neck for my locket. I had been looking for the key. It fit. My heart started pounding as I opened it. There was a picture inside. It was a picture of me and a man with a small chin and thick eyebrows. It couldn’t be. Printed on the other side was the letters R.G.+J.D. Why couldn’t I remember? If he had been so important to me, why had I forgotten him?


I sat in front of my computer, knowing what I had to do. The letter that I had just typed would hopefully cut any ties between this “Jay” person and I. I had stopped wearing the locket, no sense wearing it if I didn’t know what it meant. How was I supposed to just pick up where I had left off? No, I couldn’t do that. This was the end. I hit print and stuffed it in my purse. I knew he would be nearby as soon as I left the security of my apartment. I went to leave, when I heard something hit my window. Something hit it again. I threw back my curtain and shoved the window open- thud. A rock hit me in the head. That was it. Last straw. I had tried to be nice.
“JAY DELANO! Quit Stalking Me! It’s OVER! It’s THE END! YOU GET IT?” I yelled out of my window to Jay. He stood there with his mouth open.
“You remembered!” He shouted up, “You remembered my last name!” Now my mouth was open. That must have been one heavy rock. What else did I remember?
“I’m coming down!” I said.
“I thought we were finished? That it was the end?” Jay said.
“No,” I thought for a minute, “It’s only the beginning,” I said. I grabbed the silver locket, and headed downstairs.

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PamFord Davis 04/23/09
Great story! I love happy endings, even if it takes getting hit in the head with a rock!
Pam Ford Davis
Seema Bagai 04/23/09
Interesting story. Well written. Good work.
stephanie erickson04/23/09
captured my interest. I wanted to know more! Good job : )
Kathy Gronau 04/27/09
Nice story! almost magical.
Loren T. Lowery04/27/09
Perfect title for this intriguing piece. And a wonderful, creative slant on the topic. I can see this being expanded to follow the MC to see which direction she followed at the crossroad.