Wednesday, November 10, 2010

Begin Anywhere


Here's the start of the short story I'm rewriting. Will be posting it periodically throughout the next couple of weeks. Thanks for reading!

Let’s start with the website. I gave it to King Tim because he worked for the Fat Twins, a couple who never met a buffet they didn’t like, creating websites for small businesses. Perfect match, right? King Tim emailed me a link before his visit, and I clicked on it to be greeted by a picture of myself smiling in a little black dress surrounded by the flames of Hell. He had added a lone champagne glass framed by my contact information. When my boyfriend Stephen saw it, he said Jesus H. Christ in a sidecar which was quite a reaction from him given that he rarely reacted to anything except to intone All anxiety is godlessness, a leftover from his Christian Science upbringing.

Stephen had moved back in with me after a brief separation to my new place, a one bedroom apartment that I referred to as The Misery. I picked it because my best friend at work, Cal, lived in the complex which was across the street from the run-down community college where we both taught English to the recently graduated, laid-off factory workers, drug addicts (both recovering and active) and a garden-variety of the damned trying to improve their lot in this vale of tears. I was no different. You know how people always say that things looked all right from the outside after someone cracks up? In my case, things were looking shaky from any and all vantage points.

“So where will he sleep?” Stephen asked.

“In our bed,” I said.

We had two small matching couches I had purchased at the Salvation Army when I moved out of our old place.

“King Tim,” he said upon realizing his fate for four nights, and I began to think of Tim with a tiny tiara on his balding head.

Michelle's Spell of the Day
"If you want to be happy, be." Leo Tolstoy

Cocktail Hour
Am going to be posting some champagne recipes soon. Any favorites brands as far as champagne goes?

Benedictions and Maledictions
Happy Wednesday!

9 comments:

Shea Goff said...

I, of course, love Leo's quote.

And I, of course, love your story.

Thank you for writing, Michelle.

the walking man said...

i think I'll just admit to "garden variety of the damned" and plead the fifth on the rest. Shorter heels might have made you less shaky shrimpy.


Good start let's see the next bit of it. You have my attention this time.

G said...

Interesting start to a story.

Looking forward to more.

Charles Gramlich said...

Intriguing beginning. I didn't know there were champagne recipes btw.

Lana Gramlich said...

I love calling the apartment "The Misery." Reminds me of a Pontiac I had years ago that I called "The Jokemobile." (It didn't hurt that the license plate was 733 HAH.)

jodi said...

Oh Michelle, not the Misery! At least you got out before it made the news with that unfortunate rat infestation. Don't the SalVals in Deroit rock?! xo

jodi said...

Oh and Cal has the ultimate champage recipe, as we all know. Any chance we can talk him into it when u r back? Pleeze Cal? xo

Scott said...

Michelle,

Great story..I want to read the rest of it!

I'm tempted to comment on the combination of the title "Begin Anywhere" and that lovely photo, but I'll somehow restrain myself. :)

Hope you're having a good week!

Rafa said...

NICE! I dig your blog. Very cool.