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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 3 – Advanced)
Topic: Embarrassed (07/19/07)

TITLE: Where's a Rock I Can Crawl Under ... Please?
By Rita Garcia
07/25/07


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The brisk morning air made for a comfortable run. No, I’m definitely not addicted to exercise – it’s more a matter of staying in shape, and still being able to indulge in chocolate now and again. I bounced out of bed, into my sweats, and then headed out the door, before I had time to create a good excuse to skip my morning run.

When I spot Sam’s Coffee Shop, that’s my signal that it’s time for my morning coffee … okay, who am I kidding, a cinnamon roll always makes coffee taste better. Only this spectacular morning, I spotted Emily on the other side of the street. I called her name and did a quick turn to cross the road, when the squeal of brakes almost stopped my heart permanently. Oh, no he’s getting out of the car, what do I say?

“What, your mother didn’t teach … Christina, is that you?” he said.

I took a closer look, as if things weren’t uncomfortable enough, I knew this guy, and I knew that red Porsche of his. We had interned at the same hospital. Where is a rock I can crawl under, please?

“Roger, what are you doing here?” I tried to sound causal, as if I had not just almost sprinted into his car.

“First you run out in front of my car, and now not even a hello?” He rushed toward me and gave me a hug, crushing my face into his chest. I’m not exactly short, a good five – seven in my stocking feet, and Roger … let’s just say he’s six foot, five inches of pure gorgeous.

“Hello Roger, now what are you doing here, and barreling down the street like a … like a, never mind, what are you doing here?”

“Would you believe I just happened to be in the neighborhood?”

“You came here to … to see me?” Oh, great now I can’t seem to speak a simple sentence.

“Well, you could say, I was hoping to run into you.”

“That’s not funny, Rog.”

“Sorry, couldn’t resist, it seems some things never change. The same coordinated Christina, I remember so well.”

“That’s not funny either. Maybe you should just be passing on through.” I turned to walk away.

“Christina, aren’t you going to introduce me?” Emily tossed her sable-colored hair over her shoulder.

“Sure, Roger meet Emily … Emily meet Roger. Fair warning, be careful, if you do some thing dumb he will never let you forget it, he has a memory like a … like a, never mind, if you will excuse me, I have patient’s waiting.” Can I please just forget this day ever happened? The day I made a fool of myself right smack in the middle of Main Street.

“I guess we got off to a bad start, does that mean you won’t have dinner with me?” he smiled that great smile of his, the one that always made my heart speed up, as if I had been running on the tread mill for the past hour.

I took a step away, ready to make another curt remark, when my heel caught on something … I have no idea what. The next thing I knew, Roger was offering me a hand, to help me up. “Thank you, but I can get up just fine on my own.” I tried to stand up, and loss my balance, Roger kept me from falling yet again. This is so not funny.

“What do you two do for an encore?” Emily seemed to be finding this all very amusing.

“He does not need any encouragement from you, Emily.”

“So, Christina, what time should I pick you up for dinner?” he said.

“Roger, you’re incorrigible. Come by my office around seven.” If there is one thing I have learned, don’t ignore providence.

My grandmother always said, “God works in strange ways, His wonders to perform.” Hmmm, is that in the bible?


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Julie Arduini07/26/07
This was fun! The dialogue was wonderful. This story could keep going, I'd love to read more!
Dee Yoder 07/26/07
The beginnings of a romance? This would make a good one!
David Butler 07/27/07
Very entertaining for a sentimental old fool like me.
"There be three things which are too wonderful for me, yea, four which I know not:
......; and the way of a man with a maid."
Prov 30:18,19 (KJV)
Joanne Sher 07/27/07
Enjoyed the dialog especially! I can definitely relate to Cristina - she's me ALL OVER! Enjoyed the interaction among the characters too.
Kristen Hester07/27/07
This is well written and lots of fun. Good job on the dialogue. The characters seemed real. I'd like the hear about their dinner date. It should be a hoot. (I also want to make sure I'm never this clumsy doctor's patient. LOL)
Lynda Schultz 08/01/07
Great dialogue — I can hardly wait to find out what happened.