måndag 30 december 2019

The First Line 2019 - The perfect life

Även i år skickade jag in bidrag till The First Line, men som förra året ville de inte ha dem. Så nu hamnar de här istället. Tanken är att man ska skriva en historia och börja med en bestämd mening. I år var det jubileum så man fick välja mellan en hel drös med meningar som de använt under åren. Jag skickade in en historia i två versioner, lite inspirerad av en av mina favoritfilmer Sliding doors. Här nedan följer den första:



The Perfect Life
Part 1 - Spring

      "Well, there's ten minutes of my life I'll never get back." She laughed at her best friend, Katrina's, twisted humor, and told her that she had to go. "I'm off to my big interview!"
      Allison Brown hung up the phone and rushed into the bathroom to get ready.
      She had recently finished school to become a travel agent and this was the day she was being interviewed for the perfect job. The agency was situated on a perfect distance from her home, just a fifteen minute bus ride. She thought she might have had to move, but as it turned out, somebody was retiring. She applied and they wanted to meet her.
      Allie could feel her life turning around for the better already. Not that she had too much to complain about so far, but she felt good things was in store for her. And she wanted to think she was deserving of it. Of course, she would have to nail the interview first. Strangely enough the nerves was working with her this time, she didn't really feel nervous.
      She got to the bus stop with five minutes to spare. Had she forgotten anything? No, she was so ready for this. Bring it on!
      Her friend Katrina had told her to visualize having already gotten the job when going to the interview. She had read somewhere that it made you feel more confident. Allie would at that moment have to agree, she felt stronger than ever.
      On the bus, however, getting closer, she would have a small meltdown thinking all sorts of bad thoughts, but as she got closer to her destination she forced herself to get her act together.
      "I'm getting the job, I'm getting the job, I'm getting the job."

Walking out of the interview she felt awesome. She really had nailed it. If the didn't want her now she was absolutely sure that it would have nothing to do with her. Perhaps someone even better turned up.
      She realized she was hungry and went to her favorite restaurant for lunch. She sat there, looking out at the people around her, out on the people on the street walking past, feeling pretty good. The rain was coming down hard out there. But really, who cares. She smiled.
      "I'm getting the job, I'm getting the job, I'm getting the job."
      She nearly jumped out of her seat when her cell phone started ringing. It was only Katrina wondering how the interview went. They talked for a while, until Katrina had to go.

She wandered the streets, looking through shop windows, for hours. She got soaking wet, but had a smile on her face the whole time.
      "I got the job! I got the job! I got the job!"
      Katrina met up with her after finishing work and they headed to one of the fancy restaurants in town. The kind of restaurant you only go to when there is something to celebrate. And they were certainly celebrating this evening.

Allie didn't get home until the wee hours of the morning, but she had had an amazing night. Going to sleep she wondered what she could ever have done to deserve such a fantastic day as this one had been. She smiled.
      "I freaking got the job!"


The Perfect Life
Part 2 - Summer

      "Why are you always so cynical?" Verbal banter in the break room got Allie and the others laughing, this time a political discussion going religious.
      She couldn't believe how lucky she was, landing this job. Her colleagues were great, the work fun, the customers pretty much always happy. Life doesn't get any better.
      Well, of course, a nice man to spend the rest of the day with would make life slightly better. She found herself at her desk, between customers, day dreaming about her first real love.
      Andrew Zimmerman, the most handsome boy ever seen. Well, to her anyway. Her friends said things like "You know he's Jewish, right?", as if that made any difference. They were in love, seriously in love. She thought they were getting married, until he told her he was going to college about a zillion miles away. And that was the end of that. She refused to do the long distance thing, and he refused to go to a school closer. She hadn't heard from him since, ten years now, but a friend had reported as late as just the week before that he was married and was expecting his third child. Good for him, she had thought.

Allie was completely absorbed in her thoughts of Andrew and how she was pregnant, expecting her third child and him sitting in front of her talking to the stomach. They were laughing, happily. She smiled.
      "Hello, excuse me!"
      She woke from the dream, realizing someone was trying to communicate with her. Looking up at him she realized this day suddenly climbed the list of good days of her life.
      "Yes, oh... I'm sorry! I was ... uhm, daydreaming a bit." She smiled.
      "You looked miles away." The man giggled.
      "You have no idea... Please, sit!" She pointed at the customer chair.
      "I want to go on vacation. Any suggestions?" He tried to make himself comfortable on the otherwise rather uncomfortable chair.
      "Well, sir, it all depends on you and what you'd like to do on your vacation. Sir."
      "Oh my goodness, please, don't call me Sir! You'll make me feel like my grandfather! The name is Sam." He smiled. "Samuel Davis."
      He had a beautiful smile. Sam. And those eyes. As blue as the ocean. She nodded smiling.
      "Okay, I'm sorry, sir... Oh, I mean... Sam."
      They looked at each other and laughed.
      "So." He looked at her name tag. "Allison. I would like to go somewhere where the palm trees sway in a light breeze, the sky is blue, the sand is white, the water is turquoise and the drinks are delicious. Somewhere where time doesn't matter and tomorrow doesn't exist. Somewhere where one can take it easy and do absolutely nothing for a week. Or, forever."
      She starred at him. "Are you a writer, Sam?"
      He laughed. "No, why?"
      "That was ... beautiful. I want to go there! It sounds like an amazing place!"
      "Well, tell me where it is and we'll go. How about that?" He smiled.
      She was glad she was sitting down, because that smile made her weak, she would have gone straight to the floor about ten times already.
      They had such a great time talking about his trip that when he got up to leave he asked her if it would be okay to ask for her number. Surprised she gave it to him and he didn't go further than out the door before calling it. They were talking on the phone, looking at each other through the window and before she knew it, she had a dinner date for the evening.

Sam met Allie outside her apartment building. They hugged and she felt it like they had known each other for years. Of course, she had seen him before. He was one of the good looking faces of the town. One of those people she had always wished she would have the opportunity to talk to, but never thinking it would actually happen. And here they were. Walking down her street together. On their way out on a date. She pinched her arm to see if it was real or a dream.
      "Ouch!" She didn't mean to say it out loud.
      "What's happening?" He looked startled.
      "Oh, I was just... Oh, nothing." She smiled and felt her cheeks changing color to a more reddish tone.
      They got to the restaurant and was seated in a booth by the window, overlooking the river and the rest of the town on the other side. They spent almost three hours in that booth, laughing and talking about all aspects of life. They covered past partners, school, work, family, political views, religion, and they even touched the subject of favorite sexual positions, before getting up to leave.
      "I don't want this evening to end yet." He whispered in her ear while they were waiting to get their coats back.
      "I don't want it to end either." She whispered back.
      Ten minutes later they stepped into his flat and another hour after that, the night caps was drunk. They looked at each other. Nothing more needed to be said really.
      Afterwards they lay on the bed, drowsy, but happy. She looked up at him. They smiled, and knew this had to be the start of something incredible.


The Perfect Life
Part 3 - Fall

      "We need to talk." Sam lay next to Allie in the bed looking at her with a serious face.
      Still half asleep she sat up straight in the bed, looked over at him. "What? Did I do something wrong? I thought we were having a great time and now... You want to break up?"
      "No!" He laughed. "No, babe, what gave you that idea?" He pointed at the pillow to get her to lay down again. "I don't want to break up. Relax!"
      "Don't do that to me!" She hit him on the shoulder, heaved a sigh of relief and lay back down again. "You're giving me a heart attack. I don't like that!" She smiled.
      "I'm sorry, babe. I just wanted to talk to you about something." He kissed her cheek. "You know how you've been staying here a lot lately."
      "Yeah, and I kinda like it." She raised an eyebrow and smiled.
      "Me too, darling. That's why I thought maybe... I mean if you wanted to, you could perhaps, if you want... sort of, you know..."
      "No, I don't know." She teased him. "Just say it already!"
      "Move in!"

She was flattered by the question, and of course she had thought about it too. She couldn't decide if it was too soon. They had only known each other for three months. But then, on the other hand, she knew a couple that had a child, totally planned too, only ten months after they met. And they are still going strong.
      Perhaps she could keep her flat. Just for a while at least. Until they knew for sure, if it was going to work.
      "But why? If you're not sure about us by now maybe we should just forget about moving in for a while. Keep going as we are and see what happens down the road. I mean, I don't want to pressure you. It's fine the way it is." He turned to read the newspaper.
      "No. I don't want to wait. Let's do it."
      He looked up. "Really?"
      "Yes." She nodded smiling. "Yes. But not here. I don't want to share my life with you in a place you shared with someone else."
      "So, what have we been doing so far? If not share our lives."
      "No, I've just been visiting." She looked down at her breakfast cereal. "You know what I mean."
      He turned the pages of the paper as if he were looking for something. "Here." He put the paper in front of her.
      "Real estate listings?"
      "Yeah, if we can't live here we'll have to find somewhere else, don't we? We could go today. I'm sure some of them are showed today. Come on, it'll be fun!"
      "Of course it is, you just startled me a bit. I'm trying to get used to the thought here, bare with me."
      He smiled. "We don't have to buy just because we go look." He put a reassuring hand on her arm. "We don't have to go today if you don't want to."
      She looked at him for a while and suddenly realized how stupid she was. "We'll go today if we find something to look at. Let's see, what do we have here."

After circling ten ads in the paper they got in his car and drove all around town and residential areas around. They made stops in between showings, one to get a hot dog in a park and a couple of stops to use a public restroom. They had a lot of laughs and it was a great day out.
      Exhausted they got back in the car after the last showing and headed back to his flat. They spent the first minutes of the trip talking about the houses they had seen and it was clear they both loved the same house.
      "See, how easy that was." He laughed at the wheel.
      "So... Are we really doing this?" She looked over at him.
      He met her eyes, nodded slowly as he looked back on the road. "There are few things in my life that I have been more sure of than that I want to spend the rest of it with you. And every day I get with you I get more sure."
      She found herself staring at him in the same way she did that day when he came in to book a vacation.
      "You really should be a writer. You have such a great way with words." She smiled. "Oh, and by the way, I feel the same way." She glanced out the side window, teasing him.
      "Well, good. Then we'll call the bank Monday."
      They drove for a while, quietly pondering on the future by themselves.
      Getting out of the car and walking up the steps to his flat she suddenly exclaimed: "Why don't we go to Vegas and get married."
      He laughed, but stopped when he realized she looked as though she was serious. "You mean it?"
      "Yes, I do. I love you. I want to be with you forever. Let's just do it! Be crazy! Come on! What do you say?"
      "Yes!"


The Perfect Life
Part 4 - Winter

The plan suddenly made sense. They'd been struggling with how to get everything done before heading to the airport. But it looked like they had sorted it out, finally.
      "So, I will call my uncle and have him pick me up and we'll go get Katrina. You'll go to the house and meet Mr. Anderson and get the keys, and then pick up your friends, and then we'll meet back here." She looked a tad confused. "That is the plan, right?"
      "Yes. And then we have time for two rounds in your uncle's truck before he'll give us a lift to the airport." Sam got up and started to clear the breakfast table. "We'd better get going."
      They bought the house and the previous owner was suddenly able to vacate much sooner than first planned, which sort of put their Vegas plans in the middle of things. Sam organized so his flat was being taken over just a couple of days after they were getting back, so most of his stuff needed to be moved before they left. And that only gave them a couple of hours.
      "You're finished packing for our trip, right?" She put her arms around him from behind.
      "Of course I am. Are you?" Sam turned around in her arms and kissed her.
      "Yes, yes." She kissed him. "I love you. Did I tell you that?"
      "No, I don't think so. What was that again?" He kissed her neck.
      "Can't remember..." She moaned and enjoyed the attention, but realized it couldn't go any further right now. "Hey, mister, we don't have time for this sort of behavior, we have to go! The clock is ticking, man!"
      "Okay, okay." He put his hands up in a disarming gesture, and smiled. "Later."
      They stood for a moment, looking at each other, thinking of what was happening in Vegas. They were getting married. They were actually going to do it. Allie's and Sam's best friends Katrina and Mark was coming as witnesses. And also because Allie had decided they were meant for each other. They just didn't know it yet.

Working in the travel business had its perks, neither Sam, nor Allie, could deny it. Allie had, with the assistance of her manager, been able to book seats - for her and Sam, Katrina and Mark were sitting somewhere in the back - in a far more expensive part of the plane than they could ever afford, for no extra money. Larger entertainment screen, a wider, much more comfortable seat, and a lot more leg room.
      "Do you think the bathroom is bigger, too?" He whispered in her ear.
      "Of course! I'd be disappointed if not." She smiled.
      "Have you heard of the Mile High Club?" He raised an eyebrow, looking at her with something mischievous in his eyes.
      She laughed and slapped his thigh. "Do you ever think of anything else? My goodness! We are on a plane!"
      "Hence the question!" He got a magazine out of the seat pocket in front of him. "No, you're right. We can't do that. That would be... weird."
      She looked at him. He looked at her.
      Ten minutes later they returned to their seats. His shirt not tucked into his pants anymore and her hair a little messier than before.
      "So... That wasn't so bad... was it?" He stroked her leg.
      "No... Not bad at all." She slowly sank down in her chair with a silent moan.
      "Would you say it's fair to expect a re-run on the way home?"
      They giggled.

The four of them jumped into a taxi and told the driver where to go. They had a great time talking and laughing on the way to the hotel.
      Such a good time that neither of them realized what was about to happen.
      They were too busy singing at the top of their lunges when the driver started to scream in panic.
      The moment they realized was the moment they hit.
      The head-on collision took four friends' lives in a fraction of a second.

Head-on collision kills 8
A collision occurred on Interstate 15 in Las Vegas at 6 pm last night. The accident happened as a car was driving in the opposite direction and collided with an oncoming car. Two more vehicles were involved in the crash.
      Two women and four men were already deceased when the police arrived. Four men were taken to hospital by ambulance - three with severe injuries and one with lighter injuries. Two died later in the hospital, taking the casualty total to eight. Two are still being treated, both are believed to be stable.
      Next of kin of all involved have been informed of the tragic events.
      The police do not at the present time know why the car was driving on the wrong side of the highway. The investigation is ongoing.
      An accident is always tragic. To make this one even worse, it seems a man and a woman, were in Las Vegas to get married. Both lost their lives in the accident.

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