Sunday, May 20, 2012

Michelle first page of short story


The sun is just peeking out from behind the clouds and shines its beautiful golden rays through the windows of Carson’s brownstone in Brooklyn, New York. He rolls over in bed, blinks the sleep out of his eyes and squints at his alarm clock. It reads 6:15 am. By 6:20 he is in the kitchen with half a bagel in the toaster and a pot of coffee brewing away. BING, his bagel pops out of the toaster, toasted just long enough to become crisp enough that it will maintain its crispiness under a thick layer of fluffy cream cheese. He settles down in his favorite chair with his piping hot cup of coffee in one hand and his perfectly toasted bagel in the other. The familiar voice of Charlie Rose, CBS morning news anchor, fills the room. The police are on the search for a man who has been going around all over New York City stealing everything in sight. From a pack of gum from Safeway to a Porsche from the dealership, this “man” is a master but upon review of the security tapes, only appears as an outline of a person. This mystery has yet to be solved and the answer is lying within someone roaming the streets of New York. Carson had to overpower that little devil inside his head telling him that he could stay and watch the rest of the news story because he had never been late to work before and it was too nice of a day to get in trouble with his boss. At precisely 6:40 he was out the door and heading down the steps on his way to the subway station. From 2 years of living in Brooklyn, he mapped out the shortest path to the subway station and calculated exactly when he needed to leave in order to walk the nine blocks from his house to the subway station to catch the 6:55 train into the city. As he walked down the street in the crisp morning air, the sun greeting him with open arms, warming him with each step he took. When he got to the corner he noticed something was missing. Something that completes him; something that every single thing on the planet has. It walks when you walk, it sleeps when you sleep and it eats when you eat.  His curiosity was quickly wiped from his mind as he entered the subway station and saw his train coming to a stop. Sweat dripped from his brow as he began a mad dash for the train, squeezing between the doors just as they slammed shut. 

1 comment:

  1. Good descriptions, I could definetly picture anything in your story, but this one sentance I felt like was not something a news reporter would say "The police are on the search for a man who has been going around all over New York City stealing everything in sight. From a pack of gum from Safeway to a Porsche from the dealership,"

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