SAD STORY

Narrative - Commentary – Dialogue

him: It was a cold March morning in NYC. She walked briskly bent against the wind which seemed to cut through every piece of clothing she wore

 Julie: ohhh yes  i know that feeling

 him: She has a mission - she needed to reach Boston that day without fail

 Julie: yes  damn straight

him: As she turned the corner she saw the bus waiting a half  block ahead. She could not wait to reach the warmth of its interior - she needed to sleep. she was up at five this morning and for her that was a minor miracle. But her need had driven her - she know she needed to rescue the one relationship in her life that made any sense the one relationship that had any good in it

 Julie: ha yes was a miracle  -   yes i need my baby -  will do anything

 him: She needed to hang onto the one love that had finally satisfied her deep hunger and needs

 Julie: yesssssssss

 him: His bitter words still rung in her ears and her tears still came too easily as she made her way to the bus that would hopefully save her life and her love.

 Julie: aww baby don’t hurt her 
 him: She was there and she felt a sense of relief as she climbed the stairs to the warmth of the bus. The warm struck her and she was reminded of his warmth - as his arms enveloped her so many times before

Julie: yes   love being in his arms

 him: If only if only ---  she found a seat and an aisle to herself. As she settled into her seat she compulsively checked her phone to see if he had texted. He always texted - he was compulsive about being in touch and connected.

  But as she glances at the screen there was nothing

 Julie: why don’t you text

 him: This could mean only one thing and her tears returned silently

  DO you like it thus far???

 Julie: no

 him: why

 Julie: bc i do not want to ever lose you like that

 him: it may have a happy ending

Julie: but your being mean to her and i woke up early for you

 him: no you I have to go with the dramatic flow

 Julie: ok

 him: well ok enough for now. Will continue it and send it to you and we can workshop it

 Julie: why not finish it

  or continue

 him: um well may be a very long story are you willing to wait on it ?

Julie: ok sure   we will continue  later

 him: later or now what do you wish

 Julie: whatever you wish

 him: ok lets go on a bit

 Julie: ok

 him: at least get her to Boston

 Julie: ok  good

 him: The screen was blank - even her tears could not obscure that fact! She knew what that meant what it always meant. He was angry and his anger had not abated.

 Julie: no it had not the stubborn little bastard

 him: He left her last night and the parting words rang in her ears like sour gongs and bells.

  [No editorial comment pls]

 Julie: yes   ok  fine

him:  Yet here she was on her way to Boston. He did not text and she told herself that he was still wallowing in his bitterness and anger. That was his way not to text when he always did.

 Julie: yes

 him: The bus came to life she could feel the throb of the engine-s he turned her face to the window and surveyed the grey morning - ashes to match the ashes in her heart

 Julie: ya

 him: They moved out onto the road. Soon the warmth, her tiredness and the throb and motion of the buss lulled her into a forgetful sleep

 Julie: yes

  it does

  all the time

 him: She did not (I am basing this on real life experience like yours) dream but was as if dead and devoid of thought

                                                                                                                                                   

 Julie: hm yes although sometimes i have dreams where i am talking to you

 him: She woke at Hartford. Her neck (we can revise later) ached from the sleeping position she had occupied her eyes were sandy and caked from her tears and her mouth dry and like cotton.

Julie: yes so perfect -  you know what goes on  -  like you are the bus with him

him: She reached for the water she had packed and drank deeply - thinking how after they had made love she offered him the bottle of water to drink from and then she would drink herself.

 Julie: aww

 him: The memory only served to sadden her as she thought of him and the words the many words that had passed between them the night before - bitter words - sweet words angry words - silence so much silence

 Julie: so sad

 him: (Do you think essay teacher would like this??)

 Julie: sure

  she would love it

 him: ok

 Julie: its very good

 him: The bus ran forward on its inexorable march to Boston taking her to that crises that would either make her so incredibly happy or so profoundly miserable. If only he would forgive her - if only he would open his eyes and his heart and see that she had meant no harm - it was meaningless it was stupid it had no real meaning. Why did he insist on being so narrow so closed so fixed in his own opinions?

Julie: baby this could happen

 him: HOW???

Julie: i am saying it is really realistic

him: well based on life

  I am trying to write it well

   sex parts will be the best yet

 Julie: it is good and effective

  ha

  yes

  i am waiting for those

 him: ok well tomorrow - and running out of stream