Her Thirties Part 30
Wednesday morning was foggy and mild.
On the drive to work, the radio said we’d beat a record for warmth today—around 75 degrees—then, added the record low for this date was 3 degrees below zero, set back in 1939.
I was musing about the mild spring and speculating about the truth or fallacy of global warming when suddenly, reality slammed me like a two by four to the side of my head—I was seeing Marilyn—the girl from my dreams.
I almost steered into the guardrail. What the hell was going on?
It was like awakening from a really weird dream.
Here I was, Scott Lennox, mild mannered U of T historian, teamed up with Abe Rosen, a homicide detective, and what was I doing? —Just possibly putting my life in danger to rescue my dream girl.
If anyone told me about this happening to them, I’d seriously doubt their sanity, or suppose they were fantasizing about some fictional romance.
But this was real, and for the first time since I broke up with Sam, the unreality of the twists and turns of my new life began to impact me.
Maybe it was the juxtaposition of the mundane with the fantastic—of driving routinely into work and then, realizing I was living out one of my own fantasies.
But this wasn’t a fantasy. Marilyn was real. How I anticipated her in my dreams, I had no idea—but this was really happening to me.
It crossed my mind to tell Abe about my dreams, but something prevented me—maybe it was the red flags that went up during that Hart House chat.
Then I really began to get weirded out. I wondered if this was all some government psych ops project and whether I was undergoing some kind of mind manipulation—that would certainly account for the dreams.
I looked down at my white knuckles on the steering wheel and realized I was sweating. I never sweat. I was also feeling vaguely nauseous. I began thinking I was some kind of patsy or dupe.
I began re-running in my head all my encounters with Abe—and I did this until I got dizzy—literally. As soon as I was off the Parkway, I pulled over to the side of the road and tried to calm down.
Was I being paranoid, or watched one too many conspiracy theories on The History Channel? I was seriously beginning to doubt everything that happened to me in the past few weeks.
My head was spinning as I frantically searched through my memories for evidence of some clandestine government plot, but all I succeeded in doing was too upset myself. The truth was, I drew a blank.
Whether or not Abe was manipulating me, I couldn’t say—but fundamentally, I liked and trusted the guy.
As for Marilyn, she was the girl of my dreams and that alone, made me willing to take the chance. I’d never be able to go back now regardless, and if this were some kind of bizarre government plot, it beat the hell out of my hitherto boring life.
My breathing returned to normal and my hands relaxed on the steering wheel. I adjusted to the ‘ new normal’.
I continued on to work.
John been crappy days for me so I look forward to this each few days. Are you going to publish this later. Thanks for keeping my mind occupied. and the pic again awesome
I was going to publish it first but decided to post it to steemit - same difference as far as I'm concerned and a whole lot less hassle. Even up loading it Amazon is a huge undertaking. Sorry about your past few days - I'll add you to my nightly prayer list - and yes, I really have one :)
There is good writing. And good writing for Steemit
JJG always gives us a masterclass in both.
. . . "I adjusted to the ‘ new normal’.
I continued on to work."
Maybe you always need a shot of Starbucks before venturing to work?
The best Steemit 'shorts' will give you a better morning jolt, without espresso coffee acid reflux.
Adjust to the new 'normal'. Your stomach will thank you for it
thanks, @britlib16
Affection goes with trust,lets not be double minded to trust those we love.
thanks
I thought some of the word choice interrupted the flow, but all in all, this was short and truly sweet. Looking for to the next part, John. :)
can you give me an example?
It was like awakening from a really weird dream.I think 'waking' would flow better, but that was the first one I noticed. Still, well-written nonetheless.
ha ha, there's a slight difference between the two words but I needed an intransitive verb - it's used in the reflexive sense in that I roused myself from sleep
I am touched, the words you write very good, I have much to learn from you.
if you care enough to comment, you should care enough to vote
I will thank you :)
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very well post and great writing dear @johnjgeddes
I just read Her Thirties Part 1 on your website - I may have to keep reading..
what did you like about it?
I quickly found that I wanted to know more. As soon as the story begins we are introduced to many possibilities and questions that need to be answered. As somebody who doesn't read much fiction, I find stories that progress quickly are a much more interesting and consuming read. Maybe it is the nature of a homicide investigation that lends some reality to those who enjoy reading about facts and real life conflict / resolution. Hope that helps.