Here is my first story . . . at least the first three paragraphs: I need something to anchor this page while I finish this tale. I don’t know where it’s going, as I have only the basic skeleton of a story. Hopefully I’ll find the ability to add muscle and sinew and make it an enjoyable read.
You may ask: why are you only posting three paragraphs? My response is simple: I’ve now put myself out there. If I don’t complete this story, then everyone will know that I didn’t have it in me to finish what I’ve started.
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“ALWAYS” MAGIC
by Don Rountree
Early in their relationship she’d told him, I don’t want to need you. She hadn’t been referring to need in the financial or material sense; she’d meant she didn’t want to need him, emotionally. Had he truly understood the depth of her proclamation, he would’ve stood up, walked through the door, and never looked back. But as it turned out, he didn’t. Instead, he stayed and fell deeply in love with her.
CHAPTER 1
Mike Shepherd checked the clock on the dashboard: five-forty. He drove past the address he’d written down. He was twenty minutes early and his nerves wouldn’t let him show up before the scheduled time of six o’clock. If he drove for another ten minutes and then turned around, he’d pull into the drive at exactly six o’clock. Not late, not early, but at the agreed upon time.
He’d only been on one other blind date in his life and it had been a disaster. Everything he hated in a woman, she’d possessed in spades. Conversely, it had been clearly obvious to him that she hadn’t thought much of him, either. That had been fine by him. They both tolerated each other for the duration of the date and at its conclusion went their separate ways. No phone numbers, no goodnight kisses, no looking back. That one date had indelibly branded a fear in him that blind dates were something to be avoided at all costs and, from that time until now, Mike’s fear of the same result had prevented him going there again.
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The rest will come; when, I don’t know.
Who is Mike?