The first line for this fictional short story was supplied by author, songwriter, and blogger, David Miller. He lives near the desert in Las Vegas, USA.
I never expected to come upon a sexy hitchhiker walking barefoot on a lonely desert road, but there she was, shielding her eyes from the sun with one hand, and desperately thumbing a ride with the other.
Nobody would ever describe me as a high-roller, but I was a regular at the poker tables in Caesar’s Palace. I won enough to make the dealers give me the eye, and knew when luck was against me. Since employing a manager in ninety-eight to run my store in Provo, I spent more weekends playing poker than I care to remember.
Too many for Shirley, that was for sure. One time I got back late on a Monday and she was gone, just a note on the hall stand to tell me not to bother to try to contact her.
Although I always went down on i-15 to save time, I liked to drive home the long way. Take the back roads, think about my plays over the previous few days. It added well over two hours to the journey, but it wasn’t as if I had anything to rush back to in Provo. So I left early, skipping breakfast, and after a couple of hours, I saw her. Okay, I’m not so young anymore, but I can appreciate a pretty girl when I see one.
And helping a barefoot girl in obvious distress seemed like the right thing to do.
When I stopped the car a few yards ahead of her, she didn’t hesitate. Running straight up and opening the door, she collapsed into the passenger seat and stretched out her legs. Her feet looked scratched up and bruised, and she wasn’t carrying a purse. Not wearing sunglasses had made her screw up her eyes, but I guessed she was no more than twenty years old.
“Wow! Feel that airconditioning. Thanks mister, I appreciate you stopping”. Her accent was familiar, and the way she said “Wow” made me do a double take.
“You heading into Utah by any chance? I’m heading for Salt Lake City”. I told her I was going to Provo, and that was less than fifty miles from Salt Lake. “Provo you say? That will do just as well. Maybe I can find work there. Reckon you know someone could give me a job?” Maybe I was boasting a little, but I talked about my store, and how I knew plenty of other businessmen in the city.
Fifty miles further on, I pulled into a roadside gas station. She hadn’t said much else, and I had just been keeping my eyes on the road. Before getting out to go inside, I asked her why she had no bag or shoes, and what she had been doing on a remote desert road.
Part of me already knew the answer.
“Been working in Reno. Met a guy who said he had won big, and he seemed real nice. Said he was from Salt Lake City, and wanted to take me home with him. Seemed like a good idea at the time, until I stopped at the side of the road to pee and he drove off with my luggage, purse, and shoes all still in the car. Lucky I kept my cash in the pocket of my jeans, but I need to use the phone here to cancel my credit cards. Reckon he’s already used them though”.
After buying two cokes, I sat in the car watching her use the phone. Could it really be happening? She was real enough, but everything I had ever known made me realise it wasn’t possible. The story was the same.
Abandoned by some guy, having to hitch a lift in the desert, and ending up in Provo. When she came in and asked for a job she was wearing the same rubber sandals that she was going to buy in the gas station as soon as she came off the phone. I had listened to her story and given her a job as a cashier, with an advance on her pay so she could rent a room and buy some clothes.
They called me a soft touch back then.
Despite running the airconditioning in the car, I was feeling overheated. How could she not recognise me? Was I really so different? It dawned on me that it was because she hadn’t met me yet. Not spent almost fifteen years living in my house, and complaining about the gambling.
When she came back out of the gas station, she was wearing the rubber sandals I knew she would have on. Opening the car door, she smiled. “All I could get. At least they had my size. And I managed to get through and cancel the cards”.
Handing her the coke, I concentrated on her face. It had to be her, but it couldn’t be. It just couldn’t. “We haven’t been introduced. My name is Dean”. I hoped she wouldn’t say it, but she did.
“I’m Shirley. Nice to know you, Dean”.
Creepy, but very good creepy. Well done, Pete.
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I tried for a ‘time-slip’, Jennie. I think it worked on this occasion, and I’m pleased it was ‘good creepy’.
Best wishes, Pete.
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Wow! Meeting your partner of 15 years again…in a time rebound. How far back can you drive in time. I wonder what else changed while he was out driving…
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A time rebound indeed, Shaily. 🙂
Best wishes, Pete.
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Well done, Pete…nicely written x
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Thanks, Carol. I was trying not to make the ‘time-slip’ too confusing.
Best wishes, Pete.
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Could be the beginning of everything of relationsship. 😉 Great story, Pete! Thanks for sharing. Best wishes, Michael
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It is a time-slip, Michael. He is meeting her in her past, but he is now to old to attract her all over again. 🙂
Best wishes, Pete.
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Reblogged this on OPENED HERE >> https:/BOOKS.ESLARN-NET.DE.
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An eerie story, Pete. Well done.
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Thanks, Robbie. I was exploring the ‘time-slip’ idea.
Best wishes, Pete.
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I thought it was excellent
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Yes, definitely Twilight Zone vibes. A great story, Pete. Love it!
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Thanks very much, Olga. Glad you enjoyed it.
Best wishes, Pete.
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Defo Twilight Zone….
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Thanks, Sue. My years of watching Rod Serling were not wasted. 🙂
Best wishes, Pete.
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😄😄
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What a great comment from David about “your past catching up with you.” And you turned that concept into a convincing short story. That is one you definitely should send into one of your magazines.
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Thanks, Elizabeth. I enjoyed writing this one.
(The magazines usually only accept previously unpublished stories. Being on my blog might well exclude it.)
Best wishes, Pete.
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Well that is a dumb condition!
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Terrific story Pete!
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Thanks, John. Glad you liked it.
Best wishes, Pete.
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Well, Pete, that certainly had the “Twilight Zone vibe” to it! What with Area 51, desert mirages, and otherworldly vastness, your take on my first line is very appropriate. I enjoyed the story very much, and want to thank you for it.
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I am very pleased that you enjoyed it, and send my thanks for your inspirational first line.
Best wishes, Pete.
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Great story, Pete. Glad you’re back so that I can read some more of your stories!
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Thanks very much, Stevie. More to come soon.
Best wishes, Pete.
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Mmmm, more sci-fi . . I like it x
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Thanks, Ro. Definitely a ‘time-slip’ event.
Love to you both, Pete. X
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I like it, Pete. Need to know more…
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It’s a short story, not a serial, unfortunately. Glad you liked it. 🙂
Best wishes, Pete.
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Glad your back Pete. Hope your trip went well. I enjoyed this story quite a lot. Very Twilight Zone-ish. I love time warp stuff–de ja vu.
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We had a great holiday with excellent weather. Happy to hear that you enjoyed the story, Pam. 🙂
Best wishes, Pete.
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Another excellent tale.
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Thanks, Jude. Glad you enjoyed it.
Best wishes, Pete. x
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I got lost for a moment there but caught up with where you were going. Nice twist.
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That’s good. You were meant to get lost, so that worked. 🙂
Best wishes, Pete.
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Great start to a serial Pete.
I could hear the Twilight Zone theme all the way here in California!
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Thanks Chris. Just a short story for now though. 🙂
Best wishes, Pete.
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Nice twist, Pete 👍👍👍👍👍
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Thanks, Chris. I was trying for that ‘Twilight Zone’ vibe! 🙂
Best wishes, Pete.
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I could hear the theme tune 😱
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when time collides with reality
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Yes, I was trying for a ‘Twilight Zone’ feel, Beth.
Best wishes, Pete.
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Exactly what came to mind
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They always say your past will catch up with you, can your future do it too?
Hugs
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Thanks, David. I often feel as if mine has. 🙂
Best wishes, Pete.
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