Author’s Note: THIS IS A STORY OF TOTAL FICTION. It was inspired by my web surfing to an internet site that receives and subsequently posts amateur pictures of what I thought were Average Women. Keyword is “Thought”. I came across a set of photos of a woman identified as “Lana”. I can’t explain the moment other than INSPIRING. I have never met this woman nor do I ever expect to. This FICTIONAL piece is the product of that inspiration. Lana if you accepted my invitation and are reading this, please feel assured that I am not a Stalker. I am merely an inspired, Struggling Writer. Please take no offense by my perverted mind. No disrespect is meant by any of this. My details of you are only those that I observed in the photos (i.e. the wedding ring, hair color, clothing, etc).
The Mysterious Lana (Chapter One)
It was a cold rainy October afternoon. It was one of those days that you really wished that you could sit in front of the television watching the game while a big pot of Vegetable Soup was on the stove.
As it turns out, that is exactly what David was doing. Watching the game and cooking pot of soup. As it always seems to happen, he is out of something. It seems as though you can’t sit and cook a good hearty meal without forgetting to get an ingredient. You can even make a list and shop that very day, but 9 out of 10 times you will forget something. As always David had to leave the house and run down to the local Quickie Mart to get more Chicken Broth. David prefers the boxed stuff because its just too much shit to boil a chicken and debone the damned thing.
He gets the keys to his new 2006 Ford F-150 XLT Super Crew and turns off the fire on the stove. As he makes his way out the front door, he remembers that the weather isn’t exactly going to cooperate. This is definitely a shitty day to be driving but what the hell, he is in the mood for soup and when he gets his mind set on soup, then soup it shall be. Pulling his Dallas Cowboys Baseball cap on, he runs to his truck.
No sooner than he starts driving down the road he realizes that he has forgotten his wallet. “Is there anything that will go right today?” he asks himself. Well it doesn’t cost that much and he does have a charge account at the small town grocery store so, he decides instead of getting back down in this torrential rain, he will simply drive six extra blocks and go to the grocery store instead of the Quickie Mart.
About 2 blocks past the Quickie Mart, he can barely see the amber colored flashing lights on the side of the road through all of the wind and rain.
Considering the heavy rain, David passed up the car on the side of the road with the flat tire. Knowing that this isn’t in his nature, he cursed himself for his selfish decision,
After making the block, he pulled behind the red Firebird and put his truck’s flashing lights on. Debating the situation, considering how shitty his day has been thus far, David throws open the door and runs to the driver’s side of the car. Knocking on the window, he asks if they need any help.
Then it happened, he saw the most beautiful woman he has ever laid his eye on. She had long Dark Hair and Hazel Eyes. Losing himself in the moment, he totally forgot that he now looked like a wet Saint Bernard. He awoke from this majestic moment when she spoke.
“I got a flat, my cell phone isn’t working and I don’t even know where I am”.
David’s perception of the rainy conditions went to the way side immediately. He offered to change the flat and get her back to the highway. She insisted that she had to learn sometime and they both found themselves in what felt like hurricane forced rain changing the flat tire. Once all was said and done, the rain subsided. Standing in the now slow drizzle, she thanked him for his time and offered to compensate him for his trouble.
Refusing any financial compensation, she offered him a cup of coffee. Again he refused stating he felt as though people should never leave each other stranded.
“Well”, she said in an impressed tone “I run a small coffee house in New Orleans, here is the address, and I owe you at least a cup of the best coffee in Louisiana.”
As she stepped into her car and closed the door, David snapped out of his trance and realized that he forgot to ask, “What’s your name?”
In the most beautiful voice he had ever heard, she answered, “Lana, what’s yours?”
“Well David, It was certainly my pleasure to meet a man like you. I guess chivalry isn’t dead after all”.
(To Be Continued)